The Dawn

I expect it to be a spiritual thing
Waking up next to you.
Touching God as we sneak past delta waves.
Unwilling to let Qi escape from interlocked legs
And face buried in heaving chest.
I will awake with eyes brighter than the Sun.
Skin warming
Shining from Her rays
Illuminating the mountains of our golden bodies.
And
I expect to love you by morning.
(The dawn has a way of making things clear like that)