Love Song in a Morning Key

I feel your warmth next to me,
skin under the covers.

I hear your sleeping breath,
steady, even and safe.

a wisp of your perfume
insinuates itself into my consciousness.

A different kind of passion rises,
a prayer of thankfulness

that I am blessed to start and end my day
like this.

About this poem.

The poem needs no explanation. The picture was taken at the Rosenberg House, part of a shoot I did a while back,

Tom