these times i awake before you
before you have the chance to
draw back the curtains
heavy hung
to rally more sleep
i step out from my dreams to anticipate you
warmth unmatched by a late spring sun
keeps you tucked
to the neck under the down
and embalmed like a princess
eternally awaiting her king
and likely dreaming
for such
i push back thoughts fighting to
gain the day
to savor waking
slowly and without sound you softly blink
in the late morning
like a newborn pleasured by her arrival
i watch
envying your mother
for having witnessed your eyes'
first moments
but i will take the here
and try to cradle you just so
