Softness

I have fallen in love with the way
the silence of the morning fades into the day
With the persistent drip of the coffee
And the rustling of your shirt sliding down your back
The softness of your skin complemented by the softness of the morning
Your black t-shirt contrasting the bright light
That hurts my blue eyes
and my eyelids could weigh a thousand pounds
And I would still fight to keep them open
So I could see you again
I love that even when you are up before me
You will pull back the sheets
And curl up beside me
Press your body into mine
And take the steady inhaled breath
Followed by the slow release, the comforting sigh of love
That eases its way across your lips
And I have never felt this much love
In the subtle touch
When you pass by me, when your fingers graze my hand
The glances from across the room, that challenge my will to stand
My knees are often weak each time you look at me
So I love the mornings
When I don't have to stand
When you are warm and soft
When all I have to do is wrap my arms around you
Open my sensitive eyes and blink away the sleepiness
Until my vision becomes clear
And you are there
The most beautiful woman I have ever seen
Some mornings I still question whether or not it is a dream
You are the poetry
And I am just writing it down.