Dec 6, 2025

Soft December morn.

Tangled up in sheets and throws

Limbs overlapping,

Gently brushing fingers and toes.

Lover lies awake,

Basking in that single morning ray

Let loose beyond the drapes of our bedroom.

Coffee is on in the kitchen,

Steaming up the shimmering, frosted windows.

The warm, familiar scent

Draws me from my lovers hold.

I return with hands warm and share a sip.

Sunday morning.

Slow, soft, Holy.