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.