Morning Memories Poem by Kishore Asthana

Making up after a lovers' fight
In a shared blanket on a winter night
The fleeting touch of your lips, your breasts
Is this what happens in lovers' nests?

After making love, tender and wild
You lie in my arms, less woman more child
The soft warm smile, no the half smile of yours
Is this what happens behind lovers' doors?

A bouquet of roses, droplets of dew
Soft happy memories of you and you
Of stolen kisses on a silver dawn
Is this what happens on a lovers'morn?