That I should wake, to such bliss it causes–
My smile with lips so swollen that I lie,
So still beneath your morning kiss I will —
Not sacrifice a moment alone with you, And–
I wait with baited breath for you to move,
But the kiss is bliss the sun can see rise —
And the thick cotton of sheets they whisper;
And the conversation of skin begins,
The morning, alludes to secrets of night,
And tears from eyes, dry-out in light,
In the ache of daylight that tells us both,
The time that we spent speaks of more.
And our love is a mystery baited with,
Breath of life that our history tells, a tale.