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
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,