Sunrise lover from Soft, warm darkness. Light filters in at sunrise and Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling. As the room brightens, his form slowing comes into being, Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes. Smooth, soft, dark and lovely. I lie with him, my face resting against his. In the half-light I can just make out His eyelashes, resting on his smooth cheek. His noble nose is outlined by the Light spilling in through the window. His lips are beautiful and full, Soft and sweet. As the room continues to lighten, His breathing quickens and his body stretches. I move back just a bit To take in his whole being. He is strong, lean and beautiful All I could ever want or need. His eyes flutter open and his smile, At seeing my face so close to his, Is so beautiful and welcoming As if to say he missed me while he slept.