She sings with her eyes and dances with her hands
that curl my face and call me darling.
She shines through her smile and lights up the dawn
which sits a soft remembrance to a quickly fading night.
Her eyes open and caught mine looking
as the sun exhales its long held breath and
slowly traces the outline of her cheeks.
Her eyes wink ginger in the orange crescendo outside.
The morning is cold and the sun warm
as we lay together through the dawn.
Her leg is warm but my feet cold
as a bird sings a practiced song.
“I don’t think I’ll get up,” I think to myself,
and I wonder if she agrees
as the rising sun captures our hair
that lays still despite the breeze.