I am most beautiful in the morning
With the sunshine gleaming, streaming, filtering through the blinds
In an ethereal glow.
It is now, in the morning,
With my tussled hair splaying, fraying, playing over your skin
In a beautiful show.
It is here, and now, that I relish the most
With half-lidded eyes like a radiant forest in the after hours of dawn.
My hand twirls in the air, teasing the current motion
Of dust mites
And its opposite twin finds your torso,
Curling gently about it.
This morning – so quiet, so natural with birds and bugs -
Of tea and toast and cinnamon warmth…
Is my tranquil, happy time.
From that door I will leave to a different world of
Cool confidence, as a barrier against the …
But for now, in this morning,
When my hipbones provide a leisurely curve in my abdomen's best shape,
Where the sunshine streaming, gleaming, filtering through the blinds
Softly sets a glow to my skin,
I am most beautiful.