Dawn is slowly rising
To greet another day —
Located softly between the past
And the approaching future.

Laying upon your silken skin,
I wonder how lucky I am —
To know the feeling of this warmth —
The feeling of our precision.

For it is here where I am comfortable —
Free from defined expression,
Or predetermined interpretation.
Free to live only as myself.

‘Yes’ I say each time I wake
Within this completion at your side,
Knowing this is where I belong —
And where I forever want to be.