Kisses that linger for hours,
Too hot for covers,
Or windows to be closed.
The garden noises penetrate the slumber,
Without jolting either of us.
It’s like there’s a halo or a ring of fire,
We’re not considering beyond.
Everything that’s magical enough,
Is in here with us.
The sunshine being taken by a downpour,
Surely would suit me down to the sound.
The beam of light that sweeps across your pillow,
Flickers through the leaves.