Poetry Break #5: ‘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.