In the Morning
When the light is rising
And dancing through leaves,
Touching the rise of the folds on the sheets
And I can feel your warm weight on me,
I don’t want you to leave.
Won’t you stay?
All I want
Is to feel your toes touch my heels
To feel the small grooves of your knees,
To kiss the skin below your warm ears.
And all that I want us to say
Is with our pulses.