Morning Kiss

You lay your hand softly upon my face
Place your lips upon mine and caress my sleeping brow
You then close the door quietly as you leave
In the twilight between dark and waking
I stir at your touch
Suspended in that nether world
I come to you as a sheer and flowing entity
A goddess, enfolding you, embracing you, absorbing you
Until the line that marks where you begin and I end
Dissolves into the mist and is carried on the breeze
To brush against my face and fall as morning dew upon my lips
I wake from slumber with the sweetness on my tongue
The pillow holds the memory of your scent, spicy, pungent and male.
A warm indentation remains where your body had lain.
It is electric to my touch.
I smile......sigh.....it's morning once more.

©D.W.Rickard 2001