I Love The Smell Of You In The Mornings
I love the smell of you in the mornings,
When I first open my eyes
And see you beside me
You — you who are still asleep,
Still lost in the realms of dreams —
Oblivious to the fact
That I am here —
Lying right next to you.
Your breath — so solid
And rhythmic.
In, out, in out.
What are you dreaming?
Am I there?
I want to touch you —
To lightly run the tips of my fingers
Up and down
Your spine;
To gently move my arm
Over your arm and
Place my hand on
Your chest.
But — I don’t want to
Risk waking you —
So I just breathe. . .
Breaths solid and rhythmic.
In perfect time to
Yours.
In, out, in, out —
Smiling as I inhale —
I love the smell of you in the mornings.
