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Book of Hours
Before the dawn comes, I look at you lying next to me,
Peaceful in repose, like a child angel,
And I think how much I love you in the moonlight.
As the sun rises, I laugh to see you wake and groan,
Cover your head with the pillow and return to slumber,
A cross between two of the seven dwarves, Sleepy and Grumpy.
As the morning wears on, I watch you undress,
Go to the shower naked, emerge pink and clean,
Awake and sometimes even cheery, damp and bright-eyed.
During the day I think of you often, talk to you
Perhaps via written word, or voice to voice,
Messages of affection carried two ways on electronic wings.
In the evening I greet you again with an embrace,
The pleasure of touching you once more with skin
Instead of words always a slight vibrant shock.
As night falls and we grow sleepy, lazy like cats
Who've eaten too much cream and want a nap.
We retire and curl together for warmth under the comforter.
In my sleep under clouded stars I dream of you,
Indigo skies above me and kittenfur grass beneath,
And your spirit surrounding me in strangeness and beauty.
Every hour of the day and night, some part of you
Is part of me, as it should always be.
Gratitude fills me for each minute of the present, gifts all.