It’s morning, and I can see your sleepy
face resting peacefully in the soft sheets,
your short, serene breaths curling
into the air, your sublime structure
a music of melodies, a sensation
of mesmerizing rhymes, the autumn sky
gleaming through the curtains upon
your suntanned skin, over your dark-brown
eyes and lustrous cheeks as I stand beside
the bedpost and smile, saving this moment
inside my mind, storing it in a special place
to revisit someday.