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Beautiful Ache Of Dawn


Still under the influence of blankets,
I'm grading these aches
on a curve; Yours.
That tell me my fate
-My destiny, this morning.
 
~
 
Dawn
means the night is gone.
Yet daybreak is lingering, on hold.
For I have no bodily energy left
to accept a bright uprising.
'Cept my hand, upon your shoulder
as you still embrace a dream,
of perhaps a reenactment
of our hours long skirmish.
When we pitted love against desire
and called it a tie.
 
Still, this bliss feels like victory,
with such aches breaking away
from the aftershocks.
 
As I stare at the contour
of your sated body, under sheet
and still under the influence
of our shared serums
-What we've traded;
The oldest offerings
known to mankind.
 
You, a woman, kind;
Willing enough to relieve me
of pent up indulgences
and accepting my pocketful of seeds,
for your black dove.
 
I could dwell on such things.
Or, I could wrap my thoughts
around the way the sunlight
is gently rubbing the glass
of the window.
The sunbeams like wishful fingers
aching to nudge you,
with an aura of warm wakefulness.
 
I am glad for that, because I'd feel
a bit of guilt for doing it myself again.
-How many times now, we've made love.
Each time is a rose in our vase of days
ever since our first one.
 
How is it,
that we find unused enthusiasms
of youth like this?
Now that vigor has returned to me.
As the light through the window-blind
stripes me like a tiger.
And I think, yes, I am.
For you, I am this;
Wildness now, until tamed
by later coffee...
 
Dawning, my state of mind
in this morning; A reckoning.
A day I always meant to have.
But I never had such a night
to lead me here before.
-Never someone quite complete enough
to share such a rapturous evening,
that captured the essence
of the wonders of the journey.
 
For now,
I will feign more sleep
and let you stir
at your own ready.
Perhaps you'll have a moment, too,
reflecting, as the sunlight
brings awareness to my face.
 
-Let you wake and lean to me.
Because when your eyes are above me,
it is my welcoming
to another glorious day.
This beautiful ache
of true love.
 
 
~~~
Written by Styxian
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Author's Note
Not much time lately for DUP.  :-(  
Just life stuff. All is good!  And Del is okay too!
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