In the early morning light

your face is abright,

illuminated with a pale glow.

And in the pale glow,

I glance to and fro

at the beauty that is your figure.

As I examine your figure

you smile with rigor,

and I wonder: what are your dreams?

As I think of your dreams,

the songbird sings

and reminds me of my duties.

But instead of my duties, I examine your beauties.

Your skin,

Your eyes,

Your nose.

Each one more perfect

than the beauty before it,

and I desperately long to stay.

So I choose to stay

where in the sheets you lay.

All comfy,

And cozy,

And warm.

And as you lay in the warmth

I pull the sheets forth,

tucking you into their folds.

And once you were tucked,

your cheekbone I touched,

with a soft, caressing hand.

How desperately I wished

we could be like this

for the rest of our living days.

-Brianna Cecille Blades