Morning

The smooth of your fingers
finding the bones of my hip.
The soft velvet hollows
my hand slips across
on your belly.
Your warm furry chest
greeting my cool shoulder.
The lips that sleepily kissed me 
the night before finding
my sleep-swollen face
and brushing it, soft and firm.
On the way to work,
hot coffee, your voice
and the warm, apricot dawn
make facing the new day
a possibility.

Kathleen
10/22/2002