Quintuplet
Another
day breaks
God's
pulse beats
this
day looks....
ashen,
frostbitten morning
blue
gold sky
white
cloaked and snow quilted
or
gauzy mist?
the
day waits to show itself
waits
for me to come walking
I,
reluctant
fight
back the haze
night's
hold
still
drugged by dreams
not
recalled
and
the vapors
of
my neurochemistry
looking
through
eyes emergent
My
bed
seduces
me
holds
me warm
deep
blue folds
plush
steeped
with cinnamon oil
infused within the pillow
for
a lover not yet here
If
she were here
I
would turn
to
softly kiss her shoulder
tease
her nape
with
the brush of my lips
or
I would simply lay a while
warm
in the naked hold
of
sleeping lovers' limbs
She
waits though
like
this day
a
thing yet to be
But
this day...
the
sounds of earlier risers
living
busy
crunching
tires
thumping
doors
a
million beating hearts
precede
me
so
I'll leave the sultry pleasure of my bed
take
the stage
enjoin
the crowd
with
no lover here
to
keep me lingering
I
peel back the sheets
and
rise
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