I’ve written myself round in circles for weeks now, and this is what I’ve come up with. I hope its what you wanted…
you know it? The hush in the morning as the day holds its breath, anticipation
ringing in the silence as the world sleeps on and you wait, patiently, to see
where the tumble will take you? The sheets wrap their heavy weight around you,
comfort and warmth in their cotton grip. You can forget who you are in the first
shaft of sunlight; names and roles and jobs leave their meanings behind. It is
just you, your lover, and the promise of a new day.
Eyes open, and in that first moment they are cosmic – vast and
sprawling, unbounded possibilities and all life captured in the swirling
blue-green-grey of first sight. Soft and slumberous, a shared glimpse of
recognition – oh, there you are. But who am I? So the scan begins,
pulsing flashes of exploration and awareness, almost timorous yet infinitely
bold. How does the fit feel today, love?
today a day where he is him? Sharp eyes, quick thoughts and the
flash of adventure? Raised on one elbow, his gaze so cocky I might long to wipe
it off, if I only knew how… Fingers through hair, teasing already tangled curls
into further disarray… My name, from his lips, a purr so enticing I would fly
to the moon if he asked for some dust.
Maybe, for this day, they are
here? Every moment a puzzle to solve, a string of data to be learned, filed, and
categorized. They said once that in ordering the chaos, they come closest to knowing
themselves. Is the peace is over, a helter-skelter dash in search of the
pattern beginning? I’ll orbit their
planet, stardust in their wake.
are the mornings when she peeks out,
desperately searching against a reaction that I will never give. In her tentative glances, a seeking – do you
know who I am, can I be who that is? Send your hand across space, bring your
body to mine. In my freely given caress, read a truth gently shared – here is
trust, here is love.
know it now – your dawn, and the knowledge it brings. Never push away sleep,
love, never fight the starlit dark. You are still that one person, my person,
my love; no matter how your skin fits or the words that you choose. For if you
are the universe, then I am the watcher – this bed of ours will witness each
dawning, each day.