I stood quietly for a few moments
Leaning against the counter,
Looking out the kitchen window into my garden
Ablaze in the glory of an early morning sun,
Waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.
I poured two mugs and softly shuffled
Back to my bedroom
Placing one mug on my nightstand.
The other I held near her peaceful sleeping face.
I woke her by running the palm of my hand
Across the back of her thigh up and across
Her naked bottom stopping a moment
For a gentle playful squeeze
Then on to the small of her back
And shook her slightly.
She stirred placidly,
Brushing the sleep from her eyes
With her elegant hands.
She smiled softly,
Leaned over and kissed me,
Took a sip of her coffee
Smiled again and closed her eyes.
I hope she remembers my name.