Daylight and Your Touch

A Poem

Photo by Ron Lach : https://www.pexels.com/photo/pretty-young-woman-laying-and-male-hand-touching-her-face-10220129/

the sun is warm like honey
glazed across my skin
as another morning
passes us by

we linger in our bed,
holding onto sleep
and the whims
of our dreams

your fingertips brush
the curve of my cheek,
and bliss doesn’t cut it
for what i feel

i could say the words —
“i love you, i love you” —
but they don’t seem sacred
like the way our bodies touch

and it’s such a shame
that we’ll have to leave
this coccoon, this nest,
we made just for ourselves

but life calls beyond the door —
you’ve got to hop in the shower,
and i’ve got to make breakfast
and our world has to stand still

oh, there are still moments —
the note you leave on the steamed mirror,
the kiss you brush against my knuckles —
that are sweet enough to tuck away