Praveen Kumar 
your breath warm against my neck, your fingers tracing sleepy patterns, your eyes still closed in dreaming, the world outside not yet stirring;
sunlight creeps across our sheets, shadows dancing on bare skin, coffee brewing in the kitchen, morning prayers floating through windows;
I watch you slowly awaken, your smile still heavy with sleep, your arms reaching instinctively, our bodies remembering their own language;
whispered promises fill the room, gentle kisses taste of night, time suspended in amber light, these quiet moments our true temple;
stolen minutes before the day, your heartbeat steady against mine, our lives momentarily paused, this love simplest in dawn's first light;
