Morning

Morning breath,

Lazy smile,

Overnight stubble,

Baggy eyes,

Between wakefulness,

Yawn and sprawl,

Half across the bed,

Your morning stretches,

Into mine,

And for that

I stay another second,

Another minute,

Another hour,

And many more mornings,

Wondering,

What could be more,

Beautiful than a morning,

Like this.

When bright air hangs freely,

Around your hair,

Across your face,

Over my heart,

Nothing.

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.