Of The Dawn


Early morning birds sing rhythmic stories
The light passes over buttery bodies
An empty bottle bedside
One deep in dreams
One half asleep but anxious
For a simple rush
A simple kiss
A noble pursuit
A noble wish
A consumption of forms
Beyond words or thoughts
A connection through touch
It doesn’t take much
For delight to ensue
But the bell rings soon
And the moment is gone
A fleeting beauty
Now an empty space
Next to where once a warm body lay
Oh if only you would stay




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