Ode to Love

Photo by Engin_Akyurt

I like to watch you sleep, in the early hours of the morning when

the house is quiet, filled with only the sounds of your breath

gracing the air bathing my thoughts with sensual delight

I stop myself from waking you, from taking you

It wouldn’t be fair or right or very gallant

eyelids flicker, silken lashes flutter

molten blue greets my smile and,

drinking deeply, I overflow –

satiated, finding solace in

your expectant grin.