Blush

You taste like coffee
And mornings washed
In sunshine.

The blush of dawn
Is upon your cheeks
And the dew of early stars
Soften your eyes.

There is nothing I might say
That increases your countenance.
Nothing in my power
Contributes to your grace
Nor steeps your simmering brew.

You are morning's delicate flower
The scent of sunrise
The flare of first light.

I remain in early shadows
Content to let the rays of dawn
Play over me
Knowing light and dark
Are home to our coupling.