The soft caress of the morning
eases me into the day.
I am awoken by the kiss of a lover,
the one for whom my lips have ached always.
Yet,
here she is,
a warm embrace
keeps me softly interlaced
between reality and a dream.
As I loose myself
in the aroma of her skin
my babe wraps close to me
and buries her head upon my chest,
I feel my body
begin to tingle
from head to toe
and all along
my head becomes
light like a feather
as my consciousness
tries to escape me again.
As it does I finally wake up.
Rays of sunlight
are streaming through my window,
the mist from the moisture in the air
illuminates into a million little fractals
and dissipates the light
through out the bedroom
in the most wondrous of waves.
I look beside me, and she is gone.
I go about the small apartment,
her office is just as she left it,
nothing has been moved.
In the kitchen
her mug is in the same place I left it.
Making a cup of coffee
I hear something
coming from the living room.
After checking it out
it becomes apparent
that it's just the cat
moving about.
Her cat.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
