February 21, 2006

• Lightening

  The mornings are lightening, blue pink glow,
  the moon tall and imperious her stately
  back retreating leaves this room while dawn
  peers around the new days soft curtains.

  How we would love to be wrapped in
  the sleepy blue salmon of a winter's morn.

  We will trudge through the day
  remembering the cozy, the mmmmmmmmhhuugugh
  stretch, the first sip of the hot cup of tea
  and shower spray steaming.

  We will slip behind the world and walk
  in half-light the living dead living in the
  in between time, morning's twilight, half life
  of time.  From the moment I leave the heat
  of our shared covers to the instant I arrive
  back in your arms I loose a little life even
  the sun can't replace.

  • 9:37 pm
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