Day-Dream-Day
My eyes open slowly
and at first,
I don’t know where I am.
The smile in my heart
slowly creeps onto my face
as I smell the warm scent of you
on the sheets.
My first thought…
I run my hand softly down
your skin
and as my hand begins to rise,
we lock eyes.
Cold sea water.
I’m floating on the surface
at sunrise.
A cool offshore breeze
and warm coffee
greets me on board.
Gently bobbing,
your windswept hair
painted on your face.
A soft hum rolls across your lips.
My day is almost complete
even though it has only just begun.
– Voltaire