As Morning Slips in Through the Window

As morning light slips in through the window, I

slip you out of bed,

set my hand upon the small of your back

lift your hand into their air

and we begin to waltz.

We dance to tune of birds chirping at the window,

birds that have beat us to the day,

we dance

and slip out of dancing,

we take a shower and eat breakfast,

and dance some more,

we meet with friends for coffee,

go back home,

play some music,

watch a movie,

read a book

eat dinner,

watch a bit more Netflix,

spend some time alone,

meet back together again

between soft sheets,

our eyelids heavy,

our breathing still,

I kiss you-

honestly, it is an expectant kiss,

you see through all my movements,

you smile, you sigh,

we think of dancing,

we fall asleep.

The next morning, who knows?

Perhaps we will dance again.