How I Like You Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I like my mornings how I like you.
The clouds mimicking the hair
all over your head.
My face pressed in the back of your head
With
Your body pressed tight against mine.
I like my mornings how I like you.
Raising up, unknowingly conscious.
Reacting while we're both at rest.
The sun stretching and yawning
Your body entwined with mine
Our struggle silent in the protest of comfort.
I like my mornings how I like you.
The simple things that are often taken
for granted.
The mornings we are in constant rush
The mornings we barely have enough time for
ourselves.
Though I am sleep, I still taste you.
Savoring the reality of a dream
Though I am sleep, I still crave you.
Between the blanket of clouds
I like my mornings how I like you
You being the first sip of the day