Morning...

In the morning, I wake to find you beside me. I find you as you are--untouched by the movement of the day--but in a state of purity. You are just coming to life, giving birth to yourself, emerging from the womb of the night's sleep. I experience you in that state of quiet imperfection--touseled hair, stained breath, sleep-filled eyes. I see you as you are-- in the natural, raw condition of your total humanity. I experience the scents of your body--unwashed, naked flesh. This is an intimacy reserved for me alone. In the morning, you are most beautiful. And in the morning, our love is new.