sunday morning reverie

Something light and affectionate for that someone he has drawn focus to.

sunday morning reverie

steal the covers, if you wish
you already have my soul, held gentle in hands
I did not realize were there for me
to catch me in my fall
to hold me in moments of sorrow
to clutch me in moments of shared expression
of passions and affections
that sustain me as the sunrise
holds forth the promise of life
to the dew-laced petals
of an exotic flower
in a land where no mortal feet have trod
since banishment from the garden
and I kiss you, softly, as you sleep


William F. DeVault. all rights reserbed.