L. S. Shevshenko
USA

after last night

dawn slides
easing into the window
gliding over your skin
warming it…
-and each tiny hair
is noticed
amongst
dust particles
floating lightly over
freckles and
those small kind breasts
-over your entire form.
Crawling in closer
I imagine them as
fairies
and
with a jealous breath
I lightly blow and
roll back into dreams
of you.