The Soft Stretch Poem by Susan Lacovara

She slips from the warmth of her bed
Shaking her tangled but soft to the touch hair
Free to drip down her shoulders

Her still sleepy stretch
Of long limbs
With a lingering yawn
And lashes that flash as she opens her eyes
To the pardon me morning's arrival

Smoothing the silken threads of covers
That kept her unaware
Of what the world was doing
While she slept

What she has kept in her thoughts
Were thoughts of if he had slept well
Away from her gentle whisper
And if true he did miss her

Pouring the perfect blend
Of coffee and calm
Into her oversized cup
She wishes he'd wake up
And drink up
The full bodied richness of her love