poetry for the poetic: 5

CXLIV

on a morning stripped of
expectation,
in a room unbound
by laws of time,
she wakes
unconsciously smiling.

you are the first and
only one she
sees,
and
she likes it just like that.

you marvel at her beauty,
while she turns around
and shoves
her body against yours
to be wrapped in waiting arms.

and you fit together gloriously,
and you wonder why you
should be so
lucky.

then you hear her morning voice,
resounding a prolonged sigh
of infatuation.

and you know you're just two
people, utterly in love.