The Dream.

I blink in dawn's fresh golden light
Beholding such a wondrous sight
A vision that is fresh and fair
Your silken sunlit firey hair
A spreading fan across my chest
Where your dear head laid down to rest
I stroke it gently from your face
And gasp in awe at your sweet grace
I watch your mouth, the soft moist lips
Caress your cheek with fingertips
Touching your alabaster skin
I know more beauty lies within.
I blink in dawn's fresh golden light
And hope this dream returns tonight.

 

Yup. you guessed it: this poem was inspired by a dream of me laying in bed with the woman I love.