Sunrise.

Sunlight slips slowly through chiffon,
blanketing my room in a warm crimson hue.
I spent so much time on those windows.
The light dances across mirrored surfaces,
pausing momentarily upon each
only to vanish seconds later.
You're not awake yet.
You're somewhere far away, and that small
smile that adorns your lips - your so soft
and lush and perfect lips - is a testament to your happiness.
And I can't help but admire this picture that you paint -
so soft, and flawless, and content - I am infatuated with
your beauty.
Your hair is curly now, unruly and natural.
Those ebony tresses cover the ivory linen like dark
chocolate;
cascading the perfect features of your face and your
pillow.
I smile, and count the freckles kissed on your nose
and across your cheeks.
You hate that I find them sexy.

You are so vulnerable, laying amongst down and silk
and so far away with your dreams.
Dreams that I know replicate me, our life, and our love.
You are so open with your adoration for me,
that the mere thought of this affection turns my cheeks hot.
Love is unknowing. It is raw, blind, and ignorant of
boundaries.
You are my living, breathing example.
Your innocence, it is perplexing, and fascinating
and real.
I envy you for this.

I want to kiss you, but in doing so I know that you will
wake 0
and smile, that smile that melts my soul and reddens my cheeks.
It is in sleep that I confide in you. I lower my guard and the wall
that I built disappears. In your sleep, I open my heart.
But the morning glare turns you restless, and slowly,
slowly you open those amber, almond shaped eyes.
And as your lips brush my cheek my wall returns.
Brick by brick, concealing my own vulnerability.
But tomorrow i only a dream away
and knowing this I smile.