soft-light at sunrise

lying in a borrowed bed

watching the sun rise

through half-open blinds

the soft light bathing your face

as we lie here in peace

except for the rattling of the cage above my head.

and the way that you fit perfectly

into the crook of my arm

reminds me of sundays

and an overwhelming calm

your hair flows in the sunlight

like sunlight flows in the morning

like the veil of a woman weeping in mourning

maybe we'll lie here forever

bare back to bare stomach

breathe in the sunlight

and drink up the morning

connect the dots between

shoulder and chin

over and over

until the blinds open

and the light rushes in.