The early morning hours

when the first breaks of sunlight

dance playfully across your chest,

my fingertips try to trace their steps.

Always slightly behind, entwined,

I get lost within a trance

amid your salt and pepper fields.

When a simple glimpse of shade

tries to break my unfaltering gaze

I remain, transfixed

on the canvas slightly beneath me.

I nuzzle my head comfortably

in the curve of your chest

finding my spot

till daybreak breaks our embrace.



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