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.