New Lovers
| filed under: Poem, Poetry
The sky took the morning. Birds tore small holes in the quiet.
The air remained cool, but not for long. It still kept us under the covers. Her breathing remained slow and rhythmic.
I, awake for nearly an hour, didn't know how to get out of bed without waking her. We had been awake together only three hours ago, here. We were new lovers. I did not dare to move as I didn't know her sleep as well as I knew others'. I knew I would doze again, but I hadn't the patience to wait.
The red block LED of the digital clock burned into my eyes. My stare slowed time. The morning failed to wax and I laid there for hours waiting for her to stir, not wanting myself to be the cause.
©1997 Chris Abraham