Gloam of dawn began deep and dark of navy sky, smoke umber of horizon line rising to green-indigo meet of divided sky, Venus’ morning star in navy’s depth high above and only heaven-sign that showed.
Change of the world, from dew, mist formed in veil and blanket-cover of the earth as birds began in morning busy, loud and active in the sky.
Cool of the night touched to their faces in uncover of sheets and blanket’s warmth, and beneath they lain, bodies close, he on back, she to side, arm and chest, high hip and leg in drape and resting onto his.
He lain in the peace of cool and gloam and morning songs of life’s awaken, just as he, and in the still and sooth and serene of beginning, he listened to her breath, its soft wind to his side of neck—warm breeze in stilled air of cool—soft swell of her chest and depress of exhale and the way each draw and exhale shifted, faint, her rest and covering of him.
Spirit still in calm, mind in remain of wake-serenity, his body changed; rising unto Venus in white-silver glow in morning beauty.
Hand caressed her path of thigh across as second wrapped and held her high body upon his. He felt her gentling change: a difference of breath, new shiftings of body, from sleepful drape into conscious holding of him too, nudge and nearing of her face, nose upon his neck; closer, warmer, full breaths of her body in rhythm, match, and pressing onto his.
Move of low hand, from line and side of risen leg into fall of behind, gentle rise and find and trace of sleek; her deeper breath and body’s rock; her smile on his neck.
Lying in the gloam, growing burn and rise of umber into amber, thinning of indigo’s meld; slow turn of his face from upward gaze to hers still smiling to his skin; ease of his hold and her body close, hand along her spine to hold between her shoulder’s blades; upturn of her face, meet to his, soft kiss in the growing gloam.
Deeper then of his low-touch trace, split and warmth as she shifted, her hand upon him too; slow and gentle of kiss still; her eyes still closed—half awake and half in dream.
Lift of her leg from drape upon, she raised and brought herself above; hook of his hold, still in way from behind as high arm led her body too in place and balancing above; high body’s weight to hands and arms at his shoulder’s sides, low of her face in soft kiss still as she settled and he gave and she breathed slow and deep and full into their wakeful kiss; fall of his hands, holding behind, guiding cycle and rhythm of begin; meet of his high to fall of her low, light brush of her breasts across his chest; waking, rising—loving—through the gloam into full of sense and life in come of morning’s dawn.