nightmare.
on my back i look to my right and see the alarm clock: 5:55
ah yes, right on time.
i roll onto my left side and see you.
you.
you and all your beauty.
you and your perfection.
the sun is just starting to rise.
the sky is streaked purple and splendor compliments your features.
your light skin, your wild mist of kinky, dirty blond hair. if it wasn't for its natural texture, which you wear so willingly and flawlessly, no one would know you half Black...yet alone fully of African decent.
your perfectly sculpted face. perfectly pressed lips. moist. begging for a kiss.
sleeping with your hands under your pillow, curled neatly under this shared comforter.
the sun has peeked over your high cheekbones. i feel its heat on my face and begin to radiate the same heat. i squint to avoid its blinding shine and when i muster enough tolerance to further open my left eye, i see you staring at me.
vivid green eyes. not looking into my soul, as the cliche goes.
but looking right at me, as eyes do.
as I do.
taking me in as i've done to you every morning since our first morning together.
"what are you looking at?" smiling. perfectly aligned and white teeth.
have you any flaws?
"the only thing worth seeing."
you turn around to face the sun.
"enjoy the sunset, love."
infuriated. i pull you back around, "please don't deprive me of my pleasures."
you smile still.
"grant me a kiss"
i don't know if you said it or if your lips did
or if i did
but i couldn't deny any of them.
so we meet.
you shuffle towards me and wrap my lanky arm around your tight frame pressing your hand firmly against my cold chest.
you are warm.
a fire burning inside me
on top of me.
"you love me?"
"love is a strong word." how could i let you know?
"you do. i know you do."
"you do?"
"this is the second week you've let me sleep in your bed without trying anything on me."
"it is. you're right."
"you love me."
"maybe i think you're ugly."
"but you always cradle me to sleep, wake me up with you're staring and kissing me."
"maybe i do love you."
another smile. a smile brighter than you and that damned sun trying to drown out your shine. the sunlight glints in your green eyes as you look up at me.
"whats today?"
i think, "sunday."
you pull yourself closer to me, "thank you, God."
if my skin were as light as yours, i'd probably blush. thank God, indeed.
an unseen smile will have to suffice.
an unseen smile. the memory fades as the alarm sends its warning.
you, again, open your eyes. those, still, beautifully green eyes. begging lips. perfect teeth.
"good morning, love."
i smile. yes...a good morning.
actually, "they've all been good mornings."
