Poem for her 163

Dear Readers,



Morning Kiss


The sun shone in the window
The birds chirped outside
The bare shoulder was sun lit
Then I kissed her on the sunbeam
Then she stirred
Rolled over a bit
Said something mulled by sleep
I kissed her again
Further over the edge
Of shoulder bare
She rolled further toward
My lips
Then said
What she does in the morning
Or a variation of it
And I kissed her again
And she rolled further
And I found her
Lips



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.