Beside your slumbers and breathing,
it’s still our sunrise shining on me
over rowhome rooftops and bladed leaves.
I can feel the clover blossoms
of your dreaming gone unruly,
spreading over my bare feet.
We venture forth in trepidation
down a path rising up to coax us,
entice us with belladonna and ardor.
You cover me in your smile;
inch over inch like charged static.
Your spirits are creeping into my bloodstream
warm and bracing like old fashioned morphine.
I submit to the unsteadiness.
Whether I choose to admit it or not
I’m rocking back on me heels
unprepared for the plummet
into the sea of gravity and adoration.
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