Waking

There is something

about waking,

about light that 

tiptoes in through your 

shaded window

and soft cat feet

hiding sharp cat claws,

and insistent cat sounds

that twist and twine

with the light 

and the softness

of waking

next to you.

There is something 

wondrous in waking

next to skin that smells

of sleep and 

sweat, and your 

fingers - so deftly

explore the landscape

of my body, 

its contours and 

vast planes, and trail,

like liquid fire,

to twist and twine

with soft light

and insistent sound

and wondrous delight.

there is something

about feeling your 

breath, the weight 

of you, the soft light 

of you, the wondrous delight 

of you, the heat of 

your touch, and the 

insistent beat of your

heart, a pulsebeat 

syncopated rhythm,

insistent,

thrumming,

filled 

with an

endless measure 

of broken 

half notes,

a delicate and 

stumbling gait

of love 

and infinite grace.