sunshine streaming

waking up begins with

i. counting the freckles
   along your shoulders
   like an astronomer maps
   constellations; then get
   distracted and

ii. make love between the
   sheets and perhaps
   roll off the bed and land
   on the cold floor laughing
   with sparkling teeth,

iii. brush them in the
    bathroom sink and
    exchange small smirks in
    the mirror because your
    tousled bedhead is just so
    goddamn

iv. gorgeous, you whisper as you
    close the clasp of my
    diamond necklace and touch
    my bare, unfreckled shoulders.
    the heat of your eyes may
    just undo the zipper of my
    new red

v. dress pooling on the floor, we
    just can't contain ourselves.
    don't make me late for work.