In the Morning

In the mornings faint light a stream of sun-rays dashes across the room from the curtain onto your face. Shines on the stubble you forgot to have the previous day. The corners of your mouth twitch in stressful dreamland softening your cheeks and brow into furling. 

 Heavs of breathes escaping your chest making the rays dance from cheek to lip makes me want to kiss your creamy lips till you wake. The comforter barely does its job allowing one foot to stray from the cave of heat and un-socked wrestling. 

 My hands finds the remedy to your deep slumber softly awakening the gentle giant. The giant responds in kind to my tactics. Spreading sleepily across your face laid a grin and a telling. The ray of light had moved on once we acknowledged the call of morning.