Moon Echo Morning

Breathe in, out.
exhale night on morning air,
           moon dreams on light
and hear,
bird songs and wake up calls
and snooze late alarm bells
and early appointment nightmares and...
                 stop.
skim your leg across his waist,
drape yourself,
skin on smooth skin
lips, not quite touching,
bodies, not quite solus
eyes, not quite closed.

Breathe in, out.
finger paint lazy figure-8s on his chest,
as it rises,
               and falls,
he brushes your cheek
feather light
touches your lips
slow
kisses your eyelids
tender

hard not to feel naked, watched, admired,
with feather light gentleness on a moon echo morning,
difficult not to want more,
                   not go faster
                   not push stronger,

but this burns longer, you say