sunshine crossed the sheets

in the milky darkness of dawn/

when all is soothing

with a stretch and a yawn/

in a sleepy kind of way…

when shadows are grey…

against the bold black

that can no longer hold

its grip and slowly recedes

away until

the next night/

i would wake

before you

O to have that time again

if only for the sight/

of you in slumber;

if i could run my fingers

up and down your back

one more time

the middle along your spine raised smooth

like creamy white pearls

running like a river up your body

muscled ridges curve into you

lying in bed next to you

as you were sleeping by half

still lingering in the night;

if only i could lay near you… relive the times

we laid until late morning

when finally the sunshine

crossed the sheets

and drove us up…

we made breakfast in a coffee cup…

and sat on the deck/

watching the tree limbs in the breeze bend…

the only wind trace

hearing the birds sing an early message they would send…

to our lovers embrace

the creek below…

with that white noise water flow…

it is more than i’ll ever again expect/

then back to bed once more;

we were young and protected our Saturday time

alone

before we took out the door

across the front patio stone

for a walk in the early heat finding

the summer shade/

it was our

weekend parade/

holding hands

 laughing and talking

already in the back of our minds

looking forward to the Sunday

morning to begin

when i will wake you

with my lingering finger fine along your pearl smooth skin

a time when you were here

and you were just mine.