Sun streams through skylight,
clouds drift by early morn.

Only my dreams are colorized.
They tell me you have deep blue eyes
that I would drown in.
Your fair skin presses against mine
as sweat drips from our bodies.

I awaken to your arm
wrapped around me in our bed.
You delicately weave your fingers into mine.
I turn around.

Every morning I need to see you.
So, I feel.
Your hands, warm to the touch.
Your hair, beautifully disheveled.
Mouth, slightly agape.

I put my hand over your eyes,
gently closing them, 
"See what I see, love'. I...