It's a cool autumn morning
And as I stir within
My cocoon
I sneak a peak
From beneath
My heavy lids
To find sunlight filtering
Through the curtains inside
And the fog without.
From behind me
I can hear
Your gentle snoring
And feel each exhale
Soft against
My neck;
Your arms,
Strong about my waist,
Hold me close
Against your nude body
While our legs
Entangle loosely
Beneath the blankets.
A deep and contented sigh
Escapes me
As I snuggle back
Within your arms
And I smile sleepily.
The demands of the day
Can wait,
For now, I am
Just where
I want to be.
Ron
budd