That Aesthetic Dawn

Early morning. Daylight gnaws at the blinds
And I lie awake and watch you sleep.
The snow-coloured outline that greets my eyes
Is a curvaceous extension of the white sheet
Upon which your body lies resting like
An ivory statue protruding from pale sand.
Form from formlessness. Like Rumi's wave
The amorphous is thrown into being
As though it were a newly-incarnated soul.
I run my fingers over the angelic contours
And marvel at the way your exquisite skin has
Been smoothed across your perfect frame
Like pristine folds of drapery arranged upon
A Pre-Raphaelite canvas.
I kiss your neck, monitor your dream-strewn
Sentience and observe your rose-tinted nipples
As they rise and fall like a pair of opulent jewels
Perched upon two soft velvet cushions.
I drown in that fiery maelstrom of auburn hair,
Willing you into consciousness and waiting
For the twilight remnants to recede
And for the moment when the Sun finally
Reappears over the horizon.