Sunday morning

Listening to your
breathing while you sleep
deep
How can anyone be so
silent?
My skin sense
rough of your T-shirt
warmth from you slowly
sinks into me inch by inch
two times
I touch your face
with only one finger
tender
to not awake you,
breath in scent of your skin
mixed with faint scent of soap
man
mine
as a reflex your hand
tightens grip on
my waist
your legs and my legs
grown together
I sigh
safe
home
now you
open your eyes
we begin