Another Sunday

Sunday morning

Grey skies blanket the city

A lonely dog barks

Greeting autumn's dawning

Crisp cool air

Creeping beneath warmed sheets

Two bodies entwined

Oblivious to the world around them

Coffee's beckoning aroma

Stirs life into the lovers' waking

Tender kisses herald the morning's glory

Flannel robes and woolen socks

Armor against the coldness

Cream and sugar

Temper the inky fuel

Racing back to the beginning

Tumbling beneath the blankets

Not a drop spilled

Fingers creeping, cold feet on legs

The comfort of touching

Pillows propped for leisure

He lays against them and she against him

Chest, warm heart pounding

Pressed to her back

His arms encircle her

Reaching for his guitar

A song not yet finished

Written out of love

Awkwardly he plays

Arms still around her

Fingers exploring strings

His cheek pressed against hers

Warm breath tickling her ear

As lyrics flow from his lips

Her hand traverses his strumming arm

Humming, their voices join together

A lovemaking of harmony

Notes fade into silence

Lips embrace one another

The guitar is cast aside

A lovemaking of a different harmony

Music made of flesh

Time passes slowly

Morning trickles in

Echoing sounds of pleasure

The sun breaks through the clouds

Sunbeams dance over warming bodies

Just another Sunday morning

 © 2003 Kathryn Spears