Morning Awe
As the first fingers of dawn
Creep across the sky
Light falling softly on your face
Like a kitten licking your nose
I have to stop, glance back
Retract the yawn
And really try
To remember days before this place
When I shared my space alone.
Before my fiction grew to fact
I lacked you one on one
Flesh on flesh in sky high
Swirls of loving grace
Laced thick with life its own.
Sometimes even dreams attack.
No setback of flippant fawn
No asking why
Just loving you above the base
Instincts of yesterday's tone
Stopped dead in my tracks
At the joy of waking to you.