The comforting warmth of another
breathing alongside,
closed eyes,
gliding
over waves
of sensuous dreams,
covers
askew with content
sonerous sighs.
Competing with first birdsong at dawn
palls a little
when wet lips
and cold nose lather your face
in wake-up call.
Puppies never sleep where they are told.
Fay, I don't keep pets but I love this puppy and this poem tempts me to keep one...but who will care of...I need someone to take care of me, lol. Anyways, I enjoyed this poem. CP