Good Morning Poem by empty shell

Early morning, laying in bed, as the sky slowly gets less black, more grey,
I watch ink fade visible
Indigo to turquoise
You stir, sleep, mumble, moan
Body sparkled with sun-diamonds
I touch you
Skate digits down your spine
Finger-cursive, bare-backed alphabet
Hand driving your curves
Manoeuvring tattoos with my hands
And as your body stirs awake
Head turbulence busy in you
Stillness flowing from your centre
You turn
Full blue eyes, beam a ray of solid love
And I just smile
And float on it