Pensa/Mattina

(Something new, because i've not actually posted any writing in awhile. Give me feedback, it's the time of the season for Exile submissions and i'm trying to put some things together.)

Pensa/Mattina

eyes open;
glancing from behind my hair
(we play peek-a-boo)
I see you smile as
Fingertips trace the
curving path to hips
and back again.

Your
grazing lips tickle
(it makes my heart giggle and)
I lie resting in the
friendly, familiar comfort
of your arms.

patches of soft pink skin peak
through half-hazard blankets
daylight breaks in between
broken window blinds, brushes over our groggy
limb entangled awakening.