In the line down my face in the morning
Having slept too long on one side.
In the delicate softness of the bedsheet
Wrapped around my half-clothed body.
In the coolness of the pillow
Draped in my arms and sandwiched between my legs.
In the light through the slats in the blinds
That kiss my eyelids with a gentle warmth.
In the calling of the Kiskadee
On my balcony, awaiting a ripe fruit of the day.
In the beauty of every new day my love…
You are there.
You are always there.
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