Our Days

Our morning birds

Here comes one
and another
they chirp for
food and
we give them
smiles

Our afternoon laughs

The sweat,
the smells,
your skin and
my hair,
my caress and
your kiss,
sounds of
pleasure,
a chorus of
laughter;
all one,
all in our room
of light

Our late night kisses

How sweet those
kisses
the ones you
press
on my forehead,
my cheek,
my hair
as I sleep.
Can you feel mine?
On your shoulder,
your chest,
your arm
as you dream
and I fall back
asleep
with a smile