I see you laying there
Your strong body tangled
Amidst the sheets
That carry the scent
Of our lovemaking
Your face,
Shadowed by early morning stubble,
Is relaxed in deep sleep
And your arms are flung out
As if in welcome.
How I wish
I could slide back in beside you,
To feel you surround me
And hear you whisper
Those private words
Into my eager ears;
But the workday calls
And so I dress
In my sensible suit
And wrestle my hair
Into a sleek, professional coif,
Then, not daring to risk a kiss,
I slip quietly from the house
To catch my bus.