Sunday Morning

Pillowed blankets with cottons cool Waking up festive next to you Tip-toeing giddy like a fool Caressing life while carving through Pulling a shirt over my head While keenly watching your calm face Lying prone upon our plush bed Vision the darkness won't erase Duck down the hallway without sound To the kitchen to summon food Marveling at the grace I've found Shedding repugnance from my mood Clanking the pan while scrambling eggs The seasons tickle my shrewd nose Driving the rhythm through my legs Pulsing with ardor to my toes Those taps set the pace for my toil Tilting spirit and prospect up Your precious gifts shall never spoil Blessings abound to fill my cup Lifting my golden entrée out Stacked on tomatoes with basil Sharp aged cheddar and fresh bean sprout Will spur those jewels to dazzle Pad back down with treasure in hand Newspaper tucked under my arm Fluttering lashes find command Signaling me with eager charm What a prize to astound my sight! Lilting words full of wellbeing Perk my canal with pleasures bright Our tender moment most freeing As you sip upon orange juice Your daughter bounds into the room Such buoyant youth now on the loose A gentle bud shed from your bloom Even my dog cannot hold back As he too longs to share our joy His chunky tail gives me a whack While he nudges you with his toy My intrepid tribe from heaven Huddles around your sacred flame Hope we lounge well past eleven And next Sunday shall be the same