Astute Senses

That sound I hear every morning seems a bit clearer today.

What would usually be upsetting to me has my head spinning.

Not because of the irritation, but of the melodious ring.

A lark perhaps but more likely a sparrow waking this early.

More birds chirping each chime into the waking hours.

I do not want to open my eyes quite yet to start my day.

The ticking of the several clocks add to the singing.

Keeping them in step to a tune unknown.

The creaking of the wood as the house awakens from slumber.

The slow breathing that is not quite my own, adds to this sound.

A deep beat of the heart that is mine to have adds to the pining.

A quick breeze brushes the curtains to perform a whispering slant.

Ah the sounds of love in the morning I missed so often.

 

It must have rained during the night to bring such clean respite.

Gentle and pure the smells of nature do bring in.

Grass with recent trimming, and roses outside the window blossoming.

I inhale deeply to find more exotic smells of cedar and pine.

Perhaps not so exotic but comforting all the same.

The pillow has that  just from the dryer intensity.

Best of all is the fruity smell from the shampoo used before retiring.

Take another breath to smell the musky taint of passions undone.

How could I have missed such a empowering scent so close?

It is that smell I yearn for each night I lay down to sleep.

Only that scent which brings a smile to my face before its there.

I breath more and more within which I can no longer ignore.

Ah the smell of love in the morning I missed so often.

 

No hesitation now I peel away the night from my eyes.

It was no dream that I am assured of from what I see.

There lies the one who brings joy to the room.

Hair the color of shining honey beginning to tickle.

Structure of face so strong and calm to usher the tide.

Neck lays bristled with tenderness cared by lips carressing.

Do not begin the adventure as to wake this one to stare.

Breathing is soothing, peacefully reassuring of those arms do bare.

Entwined now pacing our hearts go beyond racing away.

Those eyes to open only to become stricken.

A gleam, a smile, a deeper sigh.

Just when the sunlight becomes a welcomed attention.

Ah the sight of love in the morning I missed so often.

Author's Note

I know there is no structure and needs work with words.