Good morning

An imagined morning

I shut my eyes
and imagine finding myself 
chest to chest, 
breath to breath
waking up 
lost in you

while the scorching sun
plays peek-a-boo with the drapes,
trying to warm our toes,
which peek out from under
the wrinkled bedsheets.

Our shoulders meet,
as if a shy kiss on the cheek, 
greeting each other
like awkward, boney strangers.

And your legs braid themselves
around mine, like ribbons
decorated with soft hairs
that tickle me awake from my dreams.

My body feels light,
my eyes heavy with visions, 
while your tongue speaks to mine
about last nights sour skittles;
the sweetest bliss.

I bury my face
in the gentle hallow of your neck 
to take shelter
from the demons
I went to bed trying to escape;
safe and free
from the burdens of living. 

I lay in solace 
knowing tomorrow, 
and every other morning

waking up with you is falling in love
over and over again
every time
the sun rises.