he pulls me close
he tells me
how he is the luckiest and happiest
how well i fit
how i am his baby
it is like a comforter of love
waking me
it is like the best cup of coffee
waking me
every morning
sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night
i know this because
he pulls me close and he whispers to me
trying not to wake me
the first time we met
he couldn't help it
that is when he began
waking me
waking my senses, my heart, my dreams
he is not the answer to my prayers
he
by waking me
is
a ray of bright that lightens my slumber
the moon that whispers yes
when i rise to seek after
all my
sleeping potential
