Sun peeks between the blinds like an unwanted guest,
casting sword-like rays across the sleeping, entwined bodies.
A tornado of passion had blown through the room,
deep into the wee hours of the morning,
scattering clothes, shoes and secrets, haphazardly, around the room.
Eyelids begin to come to life,
lashes flutter like wet-winged butterflies,
taking flight for the first time.
Slowly, limbs begin their awkward, disentanglement,
memories of acrobatic shenanigans leave satisfied smiles.
Covering their new-found shyness and uncertainty,
they regard each other,
curious and consumed with questions,
where do we go from here?