SUNRISE IN CALIFORNIA

You drove me to your grandmother's house.
It was early in the morning.
Still dark out; the people in the neighborhood were quiet as a mouse.
I rested my head in the lines of sleepless wonder.

You had awakened me with a gentle plea.
"Come on, baby. Let's get up."
Groggily, I stand and follow.
For the gray clouds were too bright for my eyes to swallow.

We drive for a few minutes, just enjoying the meek silence.
Turning into a secured place,
You parked the car.
And we switched seats.
When the sun began its morning dance,
You pulled me onto your lap,
And gave our closeness a chance.

The smell of your hair,
The taste of your lips,
Was enough for me to float on air.

Sunrise of California,
Your gentle desire held me still.
This romantic moment --
Will forever give me a thrill.