I come awake in the still
of the morning — the time
when sight is teased by
by dawn’s promise —
as her hair falls around me
and her scent fills my world.
Even in the dim light I can find
the fleck of gold in her green
eyes, my next breath held when
her fingers skim my skin.
The load of worry and the burdens
present the night before
no longer hold sway in this room.
Fear and uncertainty join
the heap of clothes
at the end of the bed,
issues for another time.

Bedroom Window Sunrise

Bedroom Window Sunrise (Photo credit: ex_magician)









For the Sunday Whirl



Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

7 responses to “Morning

  1. There is nothing like being with the love of your life. Nicely conveyed here, Mark.


  2. Oh, you have captured so much feeling here, in exquisite simplicity.

  3. Love how you end it. Really nice use of the words.

  4. magicalmysticalteacher

    Oh, I love the seductive ending of this poem! 🙂

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  5. had a fight before bed, did they? forgot about it in the morning? good plan!

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