Smile
"Smile"
He wakes up, eleven o'clock,
sun sifting through the miniblinds
to land on his bare chest, gentle and warm,
like a lover's fingertips.
It brings an unfamiliar smile to his lips,
lips that for too long have been barren.
He is surrounded by the embrace of folds:
pillows wrapped around his skull,
the royal blue sheet swirling around his legs.
His legs, and hers.
She yawns and turns over,
looking at him with half-opened eyes,
like a child's,
her face dappled in half-beams of sunlight,
and smiles, half-asleep.
They pull each other closer,
and he presses his lips to her forehead,
forgetting the late hour.
Together they slip into the graceful eternity
of an unmade bed on a Sunday morning.
A dream? Perhaps-
But oh, what a dream.
-7/6/2006
He wakes up, eleven o'clock,
sun sifting through the miniblinds
to land on his bare chest, gentle and warm,
like a lover's fingertips.
It brings an unfamiliar smile to his lips,
lips that for too long have been barren.
He is surrounded by the embrace of folds:
pillows wrapped around his skull,
the royal blue sheet swirling around his legs.
His legs, and hers.
She yawns and turns over,
looking at him with half-opened eyes,
like a child's,
her face dappled in half-beams of sunlight,
and smiles, half-asleep.
They pull each other closer,
and he presses his lips to her forehead,
forgetting the late hour.
Together they slip into the graceful eternity
of an unmade bed on a Sunday morning.
A dream? Perhaps-
But oh, what a dream.
-7/6/2006