A dream

I had a dream. I had a dream that I woke to an orange coloured morning - the sun slanting in the window an falling across your white and freckled shoulder. The sheets are kicked down to our waists and bunched under the cats at or feet.

I am awake and have the luxury of watching you sleep. The rise and fall of your chest, the puff of breath after you've held it... a twitch. A tangle of hair on the pillow and the softness of your form molded to me. With a finger I trace the line of you from just behind your ear, along your neck, across your shoulder, down the strength of your back, and finally over the gentle slopes of your hips... your straight lines and arcing curves: your soft skin and hard bone and muscle... I am tempted to explore your back, shoulders, legs... to follow freckles and patterns and lines of you.. to trace your spine from the hidden place under the curls of your hair to the sensitive area of your tailbone.. I am tempted, but I would disturb your sleep...

And so with the slant of light coming in through the window and you nestled so close against me, I slowly moved to the edge of the bed to get up. In your sleep, you notice the change in temperature? in touch? With a cat like stretch you settle and curl further into the pillow.. I will busy myself with the slow motions of making weekend coffee and breakfast. I will busy myself and wait to bring you breakfast in bed.