Sunday Morning

Sunday,

thunder pierced the morning.

You fell asleep,

your arms stretched above your head

in surrender

to your dreams.

Lions, giraffes in Africa,

tales I tell you about the sun and stars,

colorful starfish and

blue marlin living in the ocean as

you sink into your dreams.

You touched my face,

your nails on my skin,

happiness climbed to meet you

like the new day.

Short breaths,

joyous sounds

are things I hold as miracles,

for the love I feel is extraordinary.

Your eyelashes flutter,

evanescence, beauty

of the moment. 

I cover your head with kisses,

 my heart open to you,

and the universe.