three. mornings.

i slept furtively,
but awake to him
climbing in beside me.

a kiss to my neck,
and an arm around my waist,
as he murmurs a good morning,
and pulls me closer.

i sink into him,
and snuggle closer,
for i had missed him
in the night.


the feeling is completeness
and goosebumps,
the morning glow
brushing onto his sleepy lashes,
and i smudge my thumb
along his cheek,

to remember this moment for eternity.