I like to look at your face when you are bed centered
Eye mask lopsided on your crown
Pushing an eager row of stubbed hair upright
The blanket is pulled with anxious fingers
In a line across your smile
To obscure giddiness
I inch up my dress on my thigh
Winter coat on
And lean forward
To lay myself upon you
My hair still damp
It cascades around you as a veil
A canopy for your cheeks
One slightly higher in its grin
But both the exact perfect height
To hold my face with yours
And smell the hearthy warmth
Of your skin
Against a cold, blue day