Megan Gileza

You sprinkled feather-light kisses along my back

gently brushing each vertebrae

with your lips, carelessly

raising tiny bumps across my skin

as you made your way up my spine with your mouth

 

to the spot at the base of my neck where flesh

meets the little wisps of hair,

curls that always refuse to stay in place. 

I rolled over and stretched

before pressing kisses up your throat

along your jaw

at the corners of your mouth. 

 

I pulled away and looked at you

my eyes and mind and tongue

still heavy with sleep

and I couldn't find it in myself

to be angry with you for waking me up.