I found the warmth of day resting in my bed

after three hours of salsa-dancing and six tumbling into dreams

So pale he looked like he was dead

But definitely warm; this gift from the sun.

 

If one should find a day resting in your bed, 

there are things that one shouldn't do. 

Do not shake him awake and demand a kiss.

Do not kick him off to make the morning coffee.

And, please do not squeeze him and scream,

"Let’s see what this day can do!”

 

A day in bed should be quietly observed,

I lean in, close and attentive.

He smiles in his sleep.

His eyebrows are neat.

I can hear the ocean when I stick my ear near. 

That is, the ebb and flow of his gentle breath.

did he just peek at me?

He better be dreaming of me.

 

But, this kind of day doesn’t observe me

and, well, I guess, that’s good – once in a while

 

A day in bed should be allowed to dream

And roll in every curve of the pillows and blankets

Spreading himself over the ticking minutes and quieting the pounding hours

Until enclosed in my arms,

Waking only after

I have adorned the body

With little lipstick kisses

And covered the length of day with the darkness of my hair.