The veiled morning light playfully and defiantly
Searches her place on your body
In the shadows, I admire the lines of your body.
As you put your hair up as part of your morning ritual,
Gently touched by the morning light,
Your golden aura almost visible,
And as the sunlight lightens your left,
I want to touch you like the light does.
Your hairpins waiting on the side of the sink,
Your hands searching, straightening, doubting,
Like every morning, like only you can,
Fixing your hair in silence.
In the shadows I see your skin glisten,
Hazily, I sense your soul nearby,
Undressed, in your morning ritual.