Waking to Your gentle call I curl up in Your lap,
Letting sleep linger yet a little longer.
Your embrace is soft yet forceful and
When I rise, Your hand rests against my cheek,
And I stretch into all Your splendour.
I exhale the last of yesterday and my first words
Turn into a prayer. When I open the shutters
Your laughter kisses me fully on the lips.
When I splash water in my face, Your fingers tickle me
Like the drop stealing down my neck.
When I open the door, You leave with me in the fresh breeze,
Yet You remain to close the door behind me.
I start working towards the evening
When I, with closing eyes, return to Your arms,
Knowing I will wake again to Your smiling face.
© jsmorgane