Julia
Waking, slow warm, easing
Through sunbeams and sugar --
The taste of comfort and the smell
Of familiarity in the air
We build and orbit.
The laundry hangs on the line outside,
You wore blue,
I thought it would rain.
You wanted to dance:
Soft sways and tender turns --
Twin flames kindling the other.
Sleep came in the sound of your breath
And the scent of your neck.
I dreamed of lavender and sunflowers.