sunrise
Your kisses are pina coladas at sunrise when we had dinner last night and remained at the table untile nine, letting our voices fill the comfortable silence. And then we crashed — into bed together and fluffy white comforters kept us warm while we cooled down and our dreams stole us from each other only to keep us together with flowers and dancing, dancing dancing. At six, i wake to your hand pulling me closer to you (subconciously) my kiss wakes you and your smile melts the cool breeze. our footsetps and the blender, the refridgerator, and cabinets closing are so quite. The only sound we hear is of two hearts beating and the suns first kissing of your cheek while our hands wait together to find our backs and our brains wait to find dreams, again. When i smile right now it means i love you.