Morning sunshine, nectar of the dew
A soft, supple girl
Long dark hair matted to cheeks
It is I who does speak
Noticing the liquid walls behind you dissolve
Yielding space of light composed of
Syncopated sunshine
Your rhythmic breath illuminates
Dim skin
In a holy rapture
Your skin, my touch, our love
A holy embrace into our shrine
And your pulsation emits glory
Morning glory
Into the dull, dark, pavement morning
Sunlit rooftops
Aching eyelids
Open to the pink, morning sunrise
Above
Above is freedom
Below is the girl whispering to her lover
Morning dew to country stream
“I am yours now”
And the sunshine radiates, filling the globe of morning in mobile pink, filaments of tendril clouds scorched rose,
Her eager heart races in the arms of her lover.
So beautifully penned ~ Divine love at its finest. Bravo!! ~ Love and LIght, Robyn
Wow, thanks! I love it when the words kind of just come together. Thanks for your appreciation!
Most welcome ~ truly enjoyed!