I did not greet the morning by Alison McKenzieThe sun rose Saturday morning,
Crept under my eyelids,
Seeped into my dreamtime.
It was the beginning of a lazy day.
You shook me up somehow,
Made me aware
Of smells, flavors, truth.
But I didnt shower.
I lay, there, in the languid residue -
You and I mingling,
Lingering in dance
The thought of you
Caressed my depth,
A mirage in a long string of fantasies
Bound together -
Slipknots of time -
Until my breathing grew shallow,
My heart, feint.
Wake me swiftly up!
I see no light to guide me
Here
In this moment
No man follows.
No man touches.
No man shakes me.
No man owns me.
I spent many years in that dream
Only to dissolve
Like a breath of pre dawn mist
Before the next sun.
03/05/2006 Posted on 03/06/2006 Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
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