Poem for her 423

Dear Readers,



Sleeping

The dawn breaks through the window frame
The sounds of the morning seep inside
The sheets move as I turn them down
Your shoulder bare and the chill slight
Warmed by the morning kiss there
The fire glow dim the coals just red
The sound of your sigh as you say
Kiss me again love, kiss me again
The sounds of lips and fingers light
The air filled with crushed mint leaves
The air filled with the sighs of dawn
Then as the day wakes a bit more
Fire flares


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.