Wakeup

Morning fog, the fading mist of a night of smiles and sparkles,
the warmth and silence a sealing cocoon of comfort and security.
Tan, gold, wine and heather, arms, legs, lips and skin.

The forging grins and currant exchanges, the turns and touches
pulling pushing sliding down, whispers laughter moans and smiles.
Things to do, calls to make, people to see, await their priority
beneath eyes opening, elbows, thighs and muted giggles.

The body's clock instills its will as do the mind and heart,
counting down and up, hours and minutes,
a commercial's setting in a populated square
of we, us and you and I.