Tuesday, August 23, 2016

You may

You may gently scoop me up into your arms 
caressing my face 
wiping the dust of sleep from my eyes

And I will turn slowly your face 
warming mine like 
the sun warms the earth each morning
your words will drift over me like 
an early morning breeze moving up the sand 
down the street 
block by block 
announcing morning 
your heart will beat with mine 
as we prepare to step together into the day

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