Three O’Clock in the Morning

Beto ‘Riginale

It's three o'clock in the morning,
you awakening, she still drowsy
in the intertwined warmth of your bodies
contrasting with the refreshing night time air.
She moves toward you,
her hair on your chest.
Your arm holds her tight
your hand caresses her breast.
The dog at your feet
the children asleep
yesterday's worries are past
tomorrow's will keep.
No knock at the door
no dash to the store
        you two,
It's three o'clock in the morning.

Beto ‘Riginale
10 May 2017
Revised: 13 December 2019