My Sunrise lover sleeps in
Soft, warm darkness.
As sunlight filters in at dawn and
The room brightens, his form slowly comes into being,
Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.
He is smooth, warm, dark and lovely.
I lie next to him, my face resting against his.
In the early morning’s half-light I can just make out
His eyelashes, resting on his smooth cheeks.
His noble nose is outlined by the
Light spilling in through the window.
His lips are beautiful and full,
Soft and sweet.
And as the room continues to lighten,
His breathing quickens and his body stretches.
I move away from him just a bit
To take in his whole being.
He is strong, lean and beautiful,
All I could ever want or need.
He must feel my presence and
His eyes flutter open.
His smile, at seeing my face so close to his,
Is so beautiful and welcoming,
As if to say he missed me while he slept.