Morning Light

Caress me
Hold me to your body so warm and supple
Let the cleansing rain wash over our forms
Splayed so delicately abreast

The hold we have
To share and treasure in this life
Will not for naught be disenchanted
Tied in an acquiescence so endearing

An immortal coalescence
Wrought not from immoral fibers
But woven by the intricate design of two
Not the overshadowing of one

Light gives from its precious fingers
Beauty relentlessly onto our beings
Projecting our love by reflections of our past
Decreeing all forgiveness of yet untold human error

To forsake this love
In all the worldly fortunes of its beauty
A crime of circumstance to be committed
A forfeit by ill-judgment

We lie in wake
The morning dew pressed to our lips succulent to our tongues
The arrival of a new day to wash over and give rebirth
To two, not one, in love.


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