Love in the Morning

Your curls spill across the pillow

In the slanted light

Your body softly rises

Then settles.

I watch.

Unable to wait

I kiss your eyes

Then your toes.

You stir gracefully

And rouse

Yielding

Into me.

I marvel at my fortune

To have you here

In my bed

Your gentle openness

Your hunger. 

As I rouse into you

To love another day.