Moments
I like the moments when I’m still sleepy,
wrapped in blankets, cuddled in bed,
sun slightly peeking through the window curtains.
When the day has all the possibilities,
before reality sets in with cognitive thoughts.
The moment you wake just enough
to reach for your lover,
then cuddle close, drift into sleep again.
I stretch my hand; you are not there.
Early morning haze, eyes open
Smell of morning sheets, faint perfume,
Sweat, still warm from covers not thrown.
A sigh, a stretch, a moment of surrender,
Then start the day.
Such a lovely poem. You capture those quiet morning moments perfectly.
This is so lovely, Dorie. You captured that tender half-awake moment so beautifully, especially the mix of warmth and quiet ache. I really felt this.