Good Morning (for Juan)

The sun
winked
twice
once
at the moon
and once
at you
as it crested
the ridge
sending
envelopes
of light
across
your chest
as you lay
drowsing
next to
me
nighttime
disappeared
behind
curtains
as you stirred
turning
to me
smiling

good morning
you said
freshly
as though
this morning
was the first
morning

you’d
ever
said
it