I feel her gentle breathing
Where she has laid her head
Against my naked chest
In our Sunday morning bed.
There is a special sort of comfort
From the a body that you've grown
Over the passing years to know
Almost as well as your own.
There is a safety and security
In the warmth of our cuddle.
For just for a few more moments
The world can proceed in its muddle.
Here in this Sunday morning place
I am relaxed and at peace.
This joy and comfort brings
A gentle kind of release.
I ease away from her carefully
So as not to break her sleep
There are things I want to say
But they will surely keep.
My feet hit the floor and
Relaxed and at my best.
I am ready for the world
After Sunday morning rest
