The Morning Sun
By: Taylor Morrill
slowly moving sun
brought sluggish bodies
cuddling closer
seeping warmth into skin
we rouse from deep slumber
touch and smooth covers
curl further into blankets
wrap over our heads
whispering softly
a wide grin rolls into hushed laughter
morning unhurriedly comes
stomachs lurch in hunger
nourishment postponed, for now
breath flows from one to the other
joy languidly overcomes me
your arms envelop me
linger within the cocoon
sunlight pours through curtains
reminding us of the coming day
and the impending tasks ahead
Yep, the mornings are the best part of my day, well, at least during the weekend. I admit that I truly love being lazy.
