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awaken(ing)
by Rachelle Howe
"good morning..."
sunlight, waiting to be reborn,
peeks through, not yet released, but eager
in its anticipation.
there we lay, clad in white silk,
limbs entangled.
fingertips hasten my awakening,
the touch softer than the evenings dew.
"good morning..."
she greets me, her random
paintings and patterns upon my skin
still in full swing.
"good morning..."
with these words, i rose,
and indeed,
it was.
01/29/2003 Posted on 07/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/01/03 at 10:38 PM Verse that describes a real love. The beauty of the scene is alive through your words. I really like this one. Memorable. Very. |
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