I roll over and his face
is what greets my morning.
I lay on my side and watch him sleep.
I can’t help myself, I run the back of
my hand against his bearded face.
I trace his lips with my finger tips,
he tries to bite them but I pull
them away before he can.
He opens his sleepy eyes and says
This is how my morning starts.
Its better then coffee!
Kimber Michaela 2012