our first morning

as the morning rays light up our morning, sublime,
bathing us through our ajar window blinds,
they illuminate the blessing that I found in you,
as you lie there, dancing in dreams formed anew.
your skin more delicate than our satin sheets,
your hair, a river that flows over perfect cheeks,
rendering a mere mortal man like myself weak
scribes would find you far too beguiling to speak.
your soft breaths like music; your curves, balletic
new flows of passion, gazing at your body poetic.
but these words alone cannot escape my lips
how can I fully express a moment like this?
so, instead, I kiss your forehead, lost in bliss,
transfixed, fully bewitched by the vision that is you;
my passion is true; I stare for a long while
as you awaken to my slow caress, you smile.
I smile back --
all this, saying what words lack.
our love surpasses words, yet we`re ever knowing
where our hearts lie forever,
in our first morning,
together.