Holding The Dawn

Exactly as you are in the early light. Right now, the world is nothing but the shadow of the curtains and the rhythm of your breath. It is 6 in the morning, an hour that belongs to no one else but you. I am capturing you here, not just the way you look, but the way you are.

I’m memorizing the heavy, trusting lean of your sleep, the scent of dawn on your skin, and the way the first silver light finds the curve of your cheek. You are small, you are still, and you are entirely mine. Before the sun demands the day, and before you grow a single second older, I am holding onto this version you.