Six o’clock in the morning,
a flock of birds chirping across the chilly sky.
The dimming rays of sun is exposed,
peeking through the starburst pink clouds.
Walking towards the balcony overlooking the horizon,
I see the reflection of your precious curves on the stained morning dew glass.
After a late night marathon of love making,
jogging past our favorite checkpoints of the moment,
our race to prosperity and intimate grace has been complete.