I watch the gesturesof sleepembracing you,mesmerized by thechildlike peace paintedOn your manly face.I want to enter yousharing those experiences,mold into those expressions.I lightly caressyour face as you wrinkleyour nose and mouth --that mouth that kissesthroughout my essence.I smile,gently teasing your morningdreams and fantasies.This is our ritualas you wake,closed eyes avoiding sunrise,"Good morning babe!"and I dive into the vastnessof your arms for a little whileslipping into my own fantasies.