The Reflection Pool

It’s the composition of dawn’s
light filtered by the coolness of
night’s darkness, your gentle
lines, strands of curls wrapped
around your book, and first
cup of coffee that bring this
day into existence.

And you laugh, loudly, at the book,
cracking the silence with a joy
that slips easily from your soul,
bathing the world in happiness. You
exclaim the beauty of a line and
pause your sojourn into that
other world, reading aloud to me.

These are but a few moments that
are the thighs and hips, the
waistline and the flanks, the
curves of softness in our morning.