A Voice on Fleming Road

I had written this a while back. Today I started toying with the structure of the phrases and rearranging the way the words were placed on the page. It interested me how different the piece looks now, compared to when it is properly written in full sentences.

I woke
too early
with eyes still heavy
and a morning chill
in the air.
It was times like this
when I wish
you were here-
my love,
my warrior
& protector.

I would crawl
into your arms
and curl
up
against
your gently heaving chest
until you wake,
feeling
warm
and safe
in your warrior's embrace.

Anticipating
the sweetness
of morning kisses
that you'd rain upon my face
strong
hands rubbing my shoulders
tension eases away.
Soothed
I would feel
your weight shift
as you turn to me

still sleepy-eyed and
breathing
slow,
heart beating
right next to mine:
you alright bright eyes?
you might ask
with a smile,
sparkle
in the depths
of your brown eyes.