The sea was where I had left it when I chose to sleep

You were still hidden by our white cotton sheets

During the summer months we sleep on the balcony

So that we can wake up to the gentle sea breezes and perfumed air

 

I am reading a book of soft pastoral poetry

It suits my gentle mood

You are beginning to stir

A long leg a naked breast coffee is near

 

Minutes later you are sitting opposite me

Your hair is sleepy and falls lazily on your shoulders

You are lit by the morning sun which adds to your beauty

I think that June is my preferred month as I admire its balance