Morning After Midnight

 

The sun has pulled its light

through the cracks in our room,

but I’m still tangled

in the memory

of your fingertips

and that quiet, slow kiss

under the hum of rain.

You’re here —

soft beside me,

breathing steady,

like the world’s finally caught its breath.

I reach for you

without thinking,

like you’ve become

the only thing

I want to wake up to —

more real

than coffee steam

or morning light.

There’s a sweetness

lingering on my lips,

but it’s not sugar.

It’s you —

the taste of something

warm and endless

in the quiet after dark.

And as your eyes find mine,

slow and sure,

I swear —

this night,

this moment,

is everything

I’ve ever wanted

to wake up beside.

©®Madhumita