Poetry Break # 2: Caught in Cheshire's wide whiskered grin, I, the fly, dive in.

‘Caught in Cheshire’s wide whiskered grin, I, the fly, dive in’

The buzzing fly
Around your sleepy head.

A yawn
That grows
From a smile
Into a chasm
Waiting for me
To dive in.

She purrs
And it sounds
Like the whole world
Is buzzing
Around my sleepy head.

Its waking up.

I’m waking up
to you.

I’m diving in.

Your eyes are the colour
of the clear night sky
And seas of midnight blue.

That wash over me
And pull me under
The waves

And pushes me
Back up again

I am born again
With you.