excerpted from Still Asleep?
(Still Asleep in Bed)
Peaceful, just like real soft light
right before the full sunrise.
Like a slow touching warmth
on my bared shoulder
underneath the sun --
the heat of the morning
warming the roundness of
the curve of my arm.
You were there,
breathing slowly,
asleep. Your
butterfly eyelashes
fluttered at the
window of your dreams --
your thoughts humming
in some unknown sequence. I saw
you reach out to the warmth
with both arms
in a stretch towards
the new light, your
eyes still closed. But you
smiled
and rolled over
underneath a
mountainous snow-capped sheet.
The sun at your back
seems as if it should have
convinced you
(like a heated argument)
to rise and get busy.
Copyright c 2016, Cathy Smith
right before the full sunrise.
Like a slow touching warmth
on my bared shoulder
underneath the sun --
the heat of the morning
warming the roundness of
the curve of my arm.
You were there,
breathing slowly,
asleep. Your
butterfly eyelashes
fluttered at the
window of your dreams --
your thoughts humming
in some unknown sequence. I saw
you reach out to the warmth
with both arms
in a stretch towards
the new light, your
eyes still closed. But you
smiled
and rolled over
underneath a
mountainous snow-capped sheet.
The sun at your back
seems as if it should have
convinced you
(like a heated argument)
to rise and get busy.
Copyright c 2016, Cathy Smith