There is a silence at the unfold of day
like no other I have known.
The breeze is soft, cool and fresh.
The land damp with renewal.
Creatures of the darkness wane
As those of the light awaken.
The transition is peaceful,
Like the eerie calm after battle.

The curtains flutter helplessly
In the breath of morning,
As do the stray strands of your hair.
You lay naked, motionless,
Except for the slow rise and fall of your breasts,
Curled up as though reaching with your whole body
Across the room for me.

I indulge myself to savor every inch of you.
My eyes making love to you in the silence.
The sheets transform from gray to white,
As the mirror reveals its first reflection.
Me sitting in this chair.

In distance there is a fondness
That fills me like the light slowly filling this room.
It comes from a place so far within myself
That I cannot get there alone.
It is you that takes me there
When you say my name in the quakes of orgasm.
When you smile just because I’m here.

Painters and poets, musicians and composers
Throughout the epic of time
Have tried to capture love in an image
A sound, a word, a rhyme.
Men of prominence and paupers
Have tried to convey it
In life and to the death.

This morning, I just watched you sleep.


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