Good Morning

Good Morning.



I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early.

The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me.

Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me.

I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly.


She's completely immersed by the covers.

I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her.

Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder.

Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter.


I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear.

Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear.

Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that I am near.

I was born alone in this world but I live my life in a pair.


She has no idea that I watch her while she sleeps.

Or that I tingle when her newly painted toes brush against my feet.

I often think what my life would be like if me and her didn't meet.

Would she even look twice if we crossed paths in the street.


Her hands move against the pillow as if she is playing a keyboard.

I edge closer towards her body just so I can be more,

In tune with her slight breaths that lead to a tender snore.

I've never been so wholly infatuated with a female before.


Her closed eye lids move in every direction.

I can no longer refrain myself from conveying my affection.

I kiss her cheek and caress her smooth complexion.

She smiles and accepts my lips with no slumberous objection.


She hides her face in my chest because of her lack of cosmetics.

Moments like these make every argumentative domestic

Seem completely irrelevant and pathetic.

Our connection combines the thermal with the kinetic.


No adjective or rhyme could express how much she means to me.

I always question what is it exactly that she see's in me.

She adds warmth to my bed and defies the prosaic scenery.

I know she feels the same way

Because she says while she sleeps, she is dreaming of me.



Kela lewis-morin