Dave Hughes: Morning

I hold my breath.

Watching the new sun’s glow,

As it shows me the lines of your smooth brown back.

I clutch this morning silence

Like a ring box,

Because soon you will wake,

Roll to meet me,

The musk of your dreams

Will pour  over me ,

Your eyes will open,

Exploding green against your cocoa skin.

And for an awful instant,

I will see there, who I was too you,

When life was still tousled hair and crooked morning smiles.

– Dave Hughes