And in the

Dreamy morning hours

I felt a

Butterfly or perhaps

Hummingbird alight my

Lips still dreaming

I imagined a

Prince or pauper

Waking me as

Delicately as dew

On tulips as

Wanton as thirst

As tender as

Down and as

Tickling as seltzer

Brushing it away

I awoke to

Your eyes smiling

Good morning love