mornin', Sweeting:
dawn's faintest glow
sparrows chorus
a hint of contrails heard
in their unseen wake
eyes closed
denied, the day
and conjured, invoked
at the lightest touch
a whisper
of sueded silk and soft cottons
warm, sacred breath
sweet bed-scent
stretching, turning
into my velvet pillow
I breathe in
where lately you lay
- kmf (RedSonja)
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