falling stars
dappled morning light
the gentleness
of early suns
flickered through
leaves
dancing on a gentle breeze
filtered by
curtains drawn tight
against the intruding day
your steady breath
still soft with sleep
dusting my skin
will always be
how I want to wake
your gentle voice
gravelly with sleep
pulling me
into the new day
pulling me
into you
I could stay here
like this
entwined
with you
letting day fall into night
and night bloom into day
the world beyond our window
dissolving
I would if we could
stay here
breathing you in
my oxygen
the falling stars
of your kisses upon my skin
firing my heart
with love.
© J.C.
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