Daybreak

he watched the pale threads of
dawn’s first light spread throughout
the still of the small room.
he reveled in the sound of
her rhythmic, even breathing and
inhaled deeply of the fresh scent
which naturally emanated from her.
he loved the way that the pale
pinks and oranges of sunrise
gave her skin an ethereal glow.
he checked the clock—
it read 5 a.m.—
and he decided to let her sleep
a while longer,
so he could just watch her beauty.
when you’re in bed with someone you love,
he thought,
especially for the first time,
it seems so holy…
so blessed…
so perfectly right.