Michael Riley Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

I’m glad to be awake for once,
finding you in my bed by chance.
Brushing the sleep from my cloudy eyes;
smiling, before I shed my morning disguise.

A few seconds into forever
and I would not move,
from this place where skin,
soft and smooth makes my thinking warm.

The cool light of morning illuminates
your form, perfectly solid,
sprung forth from intangible dreams,
laying here peaceful beside me.

Your hair, a tangled mane
made for weaving my fingers through,
breathing in the scent that you carry
to make my head spin.

Comfortable in knowing,
that we’ve let each other in
and are not regretful or sorry
for our vulnerability.

I no longer predict the miles,
for I cannot judge our pace;
but the destination begins and ends
with the wonder on your face.