Playing in the morning

fingers playing gently
through your dawn lit hair
silhouettes brushing

your voice so familiar
that face so much younger
pulses accelerating steadily
gazes locking

without thought
your
kiss on my cheek
answer

hands lost
breasts carefully
cherished

playing with your lips
gently drawn symbols
of infinity
on your skin

time to wake up
it was but the sun
that bestowed me my dream