Dec. 29, 2009
On the small hours when you rise,
When the sun’s rays first lighten the skies,
I woke with you as you rose from the bed,
Feeling slightly lonely as your side laid emptiness instead,
As you take your night gown off; slowly undress,
I pretend to sleep, you wouldn’t guess
As you glide your beautiful body to bathe,
Small pretty legs walking with grace as if through warm water wade
I watch you from behind the soft sheets of our covers,
Stealing glances from a goddess, much akin to how lovers first discovers
When you came out, fresh and sweet, hair wet and towel soaked,
In my heart an extra skip evoked,
That soft Chinese lullaby you sang, with the classical music it brings
A hidden smile, under the blankets spring
As you put your clothes with graces full,
I moved amidst the sheets feigning lull,
There in that soft chair you took a pose
I saw your face through mirror, oh how it glowed
Sweet beauty that the shadows line
With make up painted, none such divine
As you leave, by our cradle you lowered you head
Pull the blankets off, my guise was shed
You kissed me on my forehead, wet and sweet,
On early mornings no better greet,
“I’ll see you at lunch, you silly boy!”
With musical voice you toyed
I fought the smile from my face to accrue
But I can’t be guile, you already knew
I pretend to sleep as I smelled your perfume,
Though you’ve parted your presence loomed
This little game we play every morn’,
My days with happiness adorn.
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