Call Me Lover

by Francesca West

Call me lover 

First thing in the morning.

In the clouds 

I hear your booming voice

and feel your kisses

rain on my cheek.

In the early sun

Sideways

The colors brighten

in soft pastels

to rest gently on me.

A blanket of which

I am encapsulated

in this hug of morning light.

He calls me lover,

While I still have closed eyes,

First thing in the morning,

In the gentle stretches

and half dreamed reality of night.

Birds fluttering on my skin

singing sweet songs

of summer to me,

and I’ll sleep in love

another hour or two.

He says good morning,

calls me lover,

to leave me wet with dew.

A sun, 

always shining rays

that rise over my body

and then light the day.