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Morning (30 years on.)

Poetry By: Desilu

morning smile after 30 years.

Submitted:May 1, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 4    Likes: 5   

As the pale watery sun
hovers at my window
I wake
and watch him sleeping.
I feel a sudden urge
to carress
the honey sweet nape of his neck.
He wakes
his eyes scan my face
and a smile reaches up
from his mouth to his eyes.
He reaches for me
and he says
I love waking up
next to a soft warm
sweet smelling woman.
And I lock this moment
in time
into my brain.
Against the day
when I may wake alone.


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