I Envy

I Envy...

..those soft sleepy mornings caressing him gently to wake him up everyday,

..that cup of morning tea ,he lazily picks up and takes to his lips without a thought,

..the daily newspaper he casually holds, flips through and gradually loses himself in,

..those creases on his bed, he so carelessly leaves behind,

..the crisp cotton of his shirt whose familiar touch he feels on himslef the whole day,

.. the metal band of his watch that plays so sensuouly with his wrist,

.. that soft leather of the couch ,he throws his head back upon ,when tired

..the book that rests so comfortably on his chest when he reads at night,

.. the smooth satin darkness that wraps itself around him as he goes to sleep.