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
