Sometimes I think of us
rising in the morning.

The sheets a crumpled heaven
lighted in white sun
Your skin sprinkled sunkissed
heaven under my tongue.

I imagine pushing red
breakfast between your lips
Your breathing but a rhythm
for straying fingertips.

I imagine you'll receive
with your eyes so sweetly closed
Encircled in your careful arms
then I secretly unfold.

I imagine we will join
over arcs of unlit hills
Near and far illuminated
for visiting dawn light spills.

I will be soundless,
and your eloquence kiss quiet
In silence we don't dissipate
but for the heart's own riot.