Our Interpretation of Morning
just a poem about what could possibly be the perfect way to wake up
The light filters through the window, golden. It illuminates the dust specks drifting through the air and landing on your skin. How are you not covered in them yet?
The sheet hiding half your torso and face is twisted. I try to fix it, yanking on the edges. Your hand flies out from its hiding space in the bed and grabs mine. You growl an order to let you sleep. I smile, and kiss you just to be contrary.
You sigh. You pull me down, pressing my face into your chest. I breathe in your scent- clean and sweet and strong. Godlike. How did I ever win you?
The sun gives up the time. It’s too high and too warm on my back to be morning. We’ve slept in, then.
The still-tangled sheets glow in the light, and the dust floats gently down to cover our skin.
Hope-Karra Rob...
Beautiful. I love this fantstic imagery!
PJ Ryan
beautiful
Genevieve Robey
mmm… delicious. Yes, a lovely way to wake up indeed!
SashaC
This has got to be the absolute most perfect way to wake up.
I love this.
If only I could wake up like that every morning…
Mieke Boynton
I LOVE the vision and emotion this creates in me… What a wonderful, light-filled poem.
Marjorie Wallace
How beautiful and sweet. Memories of that sublime intimacy. How precious!
Kirstine Dieck...
This is amazing!
Not just the words, but all the feelings you leave unspoken. It’s beautiful.
JaneSolomon
I got totally lost in this. Beautiful. xx
skinnyman
I really nice way to start a lazy Sunday morn…A little earlier than yours but this is what I wrote about being woken up in the night. Btw I like your piece :)
nikitakaprese 28 days ago
oh my gosh i love this in every way possible!