The morning light cascades
into my dreamy sleep.
he lies next to me
I am enfolded in his arms
like angels wings.
his eyes as blue
as the wild Montana sky.
I still love him.
and despite the frightening
complications of love.
I will stay with him
my body now an altar
for him to worship.
I am no longer a permission
but a sacred right.
as I will worship
those eyes
that smile
and his angels wings.