AUBADE

As I lay by your side
I am aware,
morning sunlight through
Astorian window.

Love consummated,
out of slumber, I stare,
at your face, reflected
in that golden glow.

The contours in that gleam
I want to trace,
but loathe to waken
repose ethereal.

Like being blind, my fingers
on your face,
for fear, I'm dreaming,
and this be not real.

Our bodies contrast and
compliment,
a companionship throughout
the night.
In colors, ecru and gold
pigment,
brought together in reaching
a height.

Glorious summer sun of New York,
where,
you bathe my love in your
warm glow.
But, my loves' gloss,
is now my glare,
how you do hasten me to go.

©T.Puma/MMX