Lying here
Lit by low Winter sun
Streaming through thin curtains
I glance at you beside me.
The rise of your chest
As you take in each breath
Invites kisses
And gentle strokes.
But l dare not wake you.
This morning vision
Reinforced my decision
To talk to you
On that beautiful and fateful day
And how you’ve repaid me.
Sounds from another room
The kids are awake too soon
And l see you stir from your reverie
Glance at me, watching you
Smiling,
Resigned to another day of being mom
When all I want
Is for you to be Mila again
My love
My wife
My life.
Oh how l love these Sunday mornings
When l only borrow you briefly
And in the quiet hours before waking
When you remind me
Just how beautiful you are.
Just how perfect we are
Together
This morning.
Love is a Sunday at 5am
Lying next to you.
Feeling your skin
And hearing your breath.
Our hearts
Connected by invisible strands of love.
© M.H.
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