Pardon my rude stare,
but those glimmering eyes
are a portal to heavenly skies.
The feather tease
of your exhale
on my cheek
could have me riding
cloud 9
for a week.
And when I close my eyes I’m hugged by
the hints of cinnamon you trail in the air.
My racing heart lets me know you’re in there.
To put it simply,
your smile is my sunrise.
Could I be the cause of the morning dew shine?