Dawn

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Dawn

As dawn floats calmly in
My bedroom moving slowly
Across my room. She begins
Caressing my nude foot evenly,
Waking my strength and
Stiffness to a glorious Good morning.
Her quiet warmth and light
Gently brushes my cheek.
I open my eyes and breath a
Sigh of release
As her heat hovers
And rises above my sheets,
Drowning me in tenderness.
My body tingles then
Stirs as birds chirp
And sing on tender trees.
The aroma of coffee
And comfort arouses my
Senses as they hang on a
Breeze through an
Open window.
I long to fool around in this
Moment all morning,
But life requires me to
Launch my routine.
I stretch for heaven and yawn
As dawn floats calmly away.

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Hiporlacking commented on Dawn

07-12-2010

Ha...nice job poet. My only qualm would be using the word tender and tenderness so close to eachother.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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