My Morning Foundation

Awake..... I can hardly open my eyes, I groan softly as I put my feet on the floor.

Slowly, navigating through the darkness, I discover the door knob.

Opening the door, my ears, gaping like a sloth from my comatose state, detect the faint sounds of a percolating elixir from the kitchen.

You elegantly stand at the end of the hall, already prepared for the events of the day as I gently rub my eyes to see if I am still dreaming.

Beauty experienced for the first time in the shadows that outline your body.

Confusion sets in. 

I refuse to believe that this scenario is absolute.

You illuminate the room you consume. I am in awe of your presence.

I fumble down to the hallway bouncing from wall to wall, like a drunken fool, eager for your touch.

Completely engulfed by the present, I reach for you and grab hold as this is our final goodbye. 

Inhaling your scent ...

I forget about my schedule and for the moment bask in your serenity.

You..... constitute a life worth living

 

Reviews

[Spencer Barker]

I enjoyed this poem, greatly. You are very clearly in love with this person and achieve to make this clear in the poem. The way you describe her nature and behavior is very flowing and with good word choice. Beautiful writing!

[Phillip Francis]

Thank you for taking the time to read.