Writing 201 – sonnet/apostrophe – The Morning 

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.