If I could dream a dawn
Into existence
It would wear your face
In its sleep.
If I could dream a morning
It would wake to your breath,
A pillowed silhouette against the dawn,
The space between filled with warmth
And the tenderness
Of tangled legs.
If I could dream a sunrise,
It would hear our voices, laughing,
Recreating ourselves
To match the perfection
Of golden light.
Why dream a morning?
All I need to do
Is open my eyes
And wake.