Waking up with my love...(Jan, 1997).

The morning sun was just right, as was everything else. I thought about it all day.


Morning memories

Your sleepy brown eyes
orange sunrise on soft skin
late for work again


Monday morning.
Dreamy waking snapshots of consciousness.
   an uncovered arm, creamy white in moonlight
   seeing you slide into a robe to let the dogs out
   dawn releasing rainbows from within your dark hair

Monday morning.
Incomprehensible commute thoughts.
   social juxtapositions of Beauty and the Beast proportions
   dreams traveling in different directions from different backgrounds
   an attraction of magnetic composition

Monday morning.
Spine-tingling, giddy work day memories.
   far away gaze while waiting for email
   sudden shiver detection of your shampoo in my hair
   doddling intials on eternal meeting pad

Sunday morning.
Absorbing your presence along with my burrito.
   fingers entwined
   bodies entwined
   lives entwined

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