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Morning Smiles (Part Two)
My breath catches in the pastel morning
And in you –
You, with your tousled dark hair
And sleepy eyes
Wearing your naughty smile
And very little else
Unthreading my hand through my heart
Threading it through yours
Lead me, honey
Hurry me through your whispers
To where you taste the sweetest
A bead of sweat. A stifled cry
Open flower of scarlet fire –
Your skin is no more than a breath
Was it mine caught in limbo? Or is it yours
That I have been for so long holding
If my only purpose for you is warmth
Then keep me where you’re the softest
And don’t let go of me
Because all we are now is a moment
that is fleeting and a flame that is flickering
Mirrored in a love that keeps on spreading.
NJP 19.02.2010
