Coccooned Morning by Amanda ConlogueI wake early from moth-eaten sleep
the heat of the bed singes gossamer wing
I stir and shift, tear from my coccoon
with a deep stretch and breathe
a song from a sigh, warmth
radiates from your stillness
I watch you sleep on, parted lips
vulnerable-soft, and fragile fluttering lashes
and press a kiss to your peach-ripe cheek
sweet and giving to the touch
you wake like the sunrise
a prism of color and light. 08/26/1999 Posted on 05/05/2003 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
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Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/10/03 at 03:17 PM Its a beautiful morning reflecting life. Rather deflecting all kind of vibrations, positive and charged with refined energies. |
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