Sunrise

Early dawn light intrudes on my sleep. Bringing with it a gift.

It displays her and highlights her as if it were a director and she its art.

It plays in her hair, that auburn mess a tangle of fire and darkness.

It glides down her neck, over her arms, the dimple at her elbow and the delicate bones of her hands.

It outlines the curve of her hip and the long luxurious glide down her legs.

Like a lover that cant get enough, the light begins to reveal more and more.

The soft full breasts, alabaster skin outlined in shadow. The shape of her lips, pursed and needing to be kissed.

In a sepia dream, I watch, mesmerized by the gift
I have been given.