waking up never felt so good

alarm rings bird sounds go up

my hand lets yours go

red curtains open

my lips press on your pretty lights skin

my lips press on your opal forehead

tree greens bounce in windows paynes

brown on brown eyes

a touch of hazel

a touch of gold

spectramatic hues bounce about 

the white, like clouds,

sheethy sheets-

touch our lips do

pressed upon one another

your smile makes mine smile

sunflower yellows

brilliantly blue skies

await bicycle rides

barefoot, “where are our clothes?”

the bed spreads

giggles & laughter

coffee & cigarettes

beer & breakfast

hugs & kisses

shyness & showers

waking up never felt so good

                                                                   `doriansky oct 2010