Near morning bursts a sudden dawning- day’s renewal in golding sky. Slipping from misty dressing gowns pine tree torsos pose boldly framed through bedroom window. Blue jay bards in erect missile cedar overlay the good morning song of the sparrows. As a beautifully blossoming rose you softly slide over and open to me. Smiling - crinkly nose to nose we breathe a mutually whispered request- again please. |
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