He’s sleeping soft in sunbeam’s arms.
In basking, glowing features warm.
His stillness, but for gentle breath,
Belies the life that fills his form.
These hands reach out to tender touch
The warmth of him in soft caress,
But pause among the dust motes, so
To not disturb their lover’s rest.
For, asleep, he wears his pillow crease
Across his face where waking lines
The silent features of his brow,
On which the morning sunlight shines.
So peaceful lie his worries, tamed,
Serene allure in sunrise framed.

3 thoughts on “Sunrise

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