you’re curled up in a sheet, next to me.
the only thing separating our two bodies are squares
of fabric, stitched together into sheets.
I love it when I wake before you,
for you’re so beautiful when you sleep.
the window is cracked open and the warm
summer’s breeze brushes blonde streaks of hair
from your sleeping eyes. so innocent. so peaceful.
so pure. sunshine finds its way through the blinds
and casts itself upon your chest,
a golden tattoo of warmth and protection.
I leave, only for a second, to put the kettle on.
the smell of coffee fills my nose, then my lungs,
making its way to the bedroom where you sleep.
so beautifully. so peacefully.
my heart is content, lying next to you
while you’re sleeping. so pure.
you’re so beautiful,
yet so unaware.