Breathing close
One eye open
He's there with me
Still, but alert
Butterfly kisses
Random fingers
Finding that which makes him stir
Turn over cher
Stretch and waken
Join me in a celebration
Of the sun
And singing birds
And morning breezes
All awash on sleep warmed flesh
minette irsay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/c-est-ca/
