Anticipating Vivaldi
We waken with shut eyes
and have each other close.

In bed, your opening eyes look bluer,
Close up lines smile at me,
I don't feel any age.

Your voice is sleepy
and you mumble like a happy child
greeting the new day.

The felings are safe.
Tell me your dreams....

Our heads peep out
from under warm mohair,
bob like corks in the billows
of our soft feathered waves.

It's warm in here.
So nice.

You say it's the way
I drape my leg over you,
Touching you softly with my skin.

The melody is familiar and intricate,
The rhythm of the seasons 
seem right for me.

We've got ten without kisses,
Twenty without breakfast,
The sun brightens through the curtainless bay
And the first movement is over.