Before You Wake

the sunlight dances
its way through the clouds outside
and shades within
to find my eyelids and caress them open
and the first thing I see is you
quiet and still
dark hair against the pillow
a half smile on your face
a remnant
of some pleasant dream
perhaps of me
I reach over
and run my fingers
across the softness of your cheek
and enjoy the response
as you move into the touch
and snuggle into me
soon you will awaken
and your thoughts may be of children
of chores needed doing
of trips and directions
of work and worry
but in this moment
you are all mine.