A Groggy Monday Morning

I love you and I barely even know you.
First thoughts on my mind as
I peel open my eyes:
I could open to you like a flower.

You are my favorite sounds:
Rain hitting dry ground;
Callouses sliding on strings from chord to chord;
A distant train making its timely presence known;
Breathing.

Some where out there is a sunrise
grazing the silhouette of your thigh
and I do not feel betrayed.
I feel beloved.

Cover me like morning mist in the mountains.
Leave me breathless like autumn's first wind.
I confess I can't live without you.
And alas, I never did.