Imagined Morning

 Angel,

I imagine that I am waking up with you beside me.

The room is still dark but I can make out your outline like a distant landscape of hills and valleys; an unpredictable land familiar but with more to discover.

As the first glow of the morning seeps into the room, the light is reflected in your eyes. A slow sleepy smile and the backs of my fingers run along your cheek to below your ear, my fingers losing themselves into the wild tumble of curls.

You sigh and press yourself into the mattress; the landscape rolls and settles into the quiet of a twilight room.

As the sun rises, extinguishing the stars in the sky, she illuminates the constellations freckled on your skin. 

Running my fingers down your spine is to travel through galaxies. The universe wheels as you turn your back to me and press the softness of your round bum against me.

And here we lie close in the soft light. And I will slowly trace the landscape of you. I will fall into your universe and let you guide my travels.

Just me.