the light sits
golden on
the green
edges
of the trees
pasted onto
a pale
blue sky
laying quiet
next to you
hearing
the blackbirds
roaming as
they
call and cry

the town is
rousing to
the morning
evidenced with
the sounds
listening like
a lawyer
i count
the number
rising
of cars
going by

Your soft snore
A distraction
Countered by
The contoured comfort
Of your warm skin
Where my fingers
Trace Patterns
Following your form
Living lifetimes
In these moments
Before the day
Begins