One Sleepy Morning

It was a sleepy morning
the kind that fall always brings
the sun barely visible
its rays fighting the foggy skies
but for some unknown reason,
you know that the sun is trying
to reach out
and be with you
because it does so
every single day

I was almost awake by then
my mind was only half-closed
my eyes were half-open
when I saw those precious smiles
coming from a face
red with embarassment
pink with pride and joy
unadorned yet a canvass of colors

And those deep dark eyes
that every once in a while
would refuse to meet my glances
those chinky little eyes
that must have witnessed and caused
decades worth of heartaches
those eyes were once again smiling
back at me

For a minute there, I got lost
in my own imagination
words in my mouth would not come out
but somehow
our smiles were enough

Then came the first kiss

Which must have been rather awkward
because I kissed and was not kissed back

But when I looked at those unassuming eyes
all of my suspicions melted
all of my heartaches gone
what was left was joy
the joy felt the first time
I met those blushing cheeks
and those eyes deep in concentration
until they met my gazes
for that was the first time I saw
those amorous smiles

It must have been the sleepiness of the morning
because I closed my eyes
your head now resting above my heart
as if listening to the whispers
of a man delirious with joy
happy to be once again near you
happy to once again kiss you
whether or not you kiss me back