Blue Mornings

Our schedules don't match.
You steal away in the middle of the night,
while my eyelids become cemented over my eyes.

They say "It's better that way" - I say:
'I miss the mornings'

waking to your arm over my torso,
or my breasts against your back.
That morning smell that is only captured in
the first hour of waking.
I miss the flutter of your lashes as you open your eyes -
which always seems like it's for the first time.

I'm patient though...more than most.
And I'm not hoppin' trains or jumping ship -
Like Brandy said "I wanna be down!", and I do!
I wanna be so low into you that...
I can't see any light from above, just you.
But sometimes I miss our mornings...

*just something I wrote b/c I had too much time on my hands last week - lol*