Saturday, January 21, 2012

sonnet thirty five

and i wake up to the
naked scent of your body
brimming with wonder -
lucid and lustrous and

illumined by the faint
light hanging from the window,
inches of you touched by
the shadow my thoughts

create, i chase endless
trenches that bear your
peace as you remain

perpetually graceful and
perfect the way you are
if only all mornings are like this.

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