15 September 2012
He unfolds his lids ahead of cockcrow, Yielding to his calling though not wanting To loosen the tightness of his arms Around my waist, while I am still drowned In pleasant and tranquil dreamings. Half awaken by the warmth of his lips Touching my cheeks, as he whisper Mellifluous words, mesmerizing my soul. He crawls out of bed with discreet moves, Stealing solicitous glances while he Consumes slowly hot java in poet's cup. Curled up, I return to sleep with a smile.
©danabelle
Dawning • Opuss № I