My Morning Angel

A gentle shift on our shared bed

Slides off the mask of indulgent dreams

Reveals a halo upon your wakeful head

Made from the warmth of sunrise beams

Against the pure light of morning

Your terra cotta skin looks darker

But I blink away the angelic adorning

And see your smile warm with ardor

Was I truly just asleep?

Now waking into this fantasy

Soon the mundane will creep in

And fade this moment bathed in majesty

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