Early morning, the birds sing -7 a.m.
flowers blooming, clouds leaving, sun rising.
Inhaling his masculine scent, peeling my eyes open
the sun beaming down his face,  he’s still asleep.
Our bodies covered with a  white comforter
one arm wrapped around my body and the other laying beneath his head
oh how his smoothed, tanned, toned body rests beside mine.

My head placed on his bare chest, I can hear his heart beating
thump thump … thump thump … thump thump
running the tips of my fingers down his body
our legs tangled, like the seaweed in the deep, infinite sea
pecking kisses on his body, I slowly make my way on top of him
“hmmm”  he moans
his eyes slowly open, adjusting to the sunlight
then finally locking with mine.

“..morning beautiful.” He exhales
it’s only 8 a.m and he’s already
made my day.

Time flies when I’m with him;
waking up to him
to the birds singing
sun shining
my heart filled with his love
even with our mortal human years, that we are given
having him by my side  …everyday
just brightens my world.

Early morning, rain falling – 6 a.m
leaves rattling, branches snapping, wind roaring
taking a deep breath, it’s so cold.
Waking up, I turn to face him
even with old, wrinkled skin he’s still fair in my eyes.
Still asleep, still he is -he looks frozen
I rise the blanket to warm our bodies -yet  the bed is ice cold
I scoot close to him, I place my head on his chest
lacing my hands with his
he’s cold and I can’t see, to hear hear his heart beat
thump thump…
I shake him softly..
“wake up… please,” I whisper