Mornings with You
The mundane becomes extraordinary
early in the dragging day
as we meet before going our separate ways.
Your gaze pours into me,
warmth floods my heart;
I drown in blue irises
under waves of intensity.
Then you shine a smile,
a sunrise bursting over the horizon.
My heart’s ablaze,
turning molten the blood in my veins.
Then a single touch sweeps me away,
my emotions swirl in a tornado.
My head spins, my thought twirl,
your breezy affection surrounds me.
Then you lean in, muddling my rationality,
and you crumble my hesitation.
I’m grounded in your love;
my feelings are crystallized in this moment.
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