Aubade

The creak of the door, there you lay
curled up so your toes don't hang over the edge
snugged in a ball your giant self isn't familiar with
quiet and soft, hair gently rested on the pillow.

I approach, smiling a little smile, knowing you're mine.
Silently, I lift the covers, crawling underneath
as to warm my own chilly feet.
Your eyelids dance as you wrap an arm around my cold body,
warming me to the core.

Snuggled close, your eyes open and you smile,
and I know you have awoken happily.
Sweetly, you wrap your hand around my neck,
drawing me to your soft lips.
And there, your kiss,
the perfect way to wake.