I hold my breath.
Watching the new sun’s glow,
As it shows me the lines of your smooth brown back.
I clutch this morning silence
Like a ring box,
Because soon you will wake,
Roll to meet me,
The musk of your dreams
Will pour over me ,
Your eyes will open,
Exploding green against your cocoa skin.
And for an awful instant,
I will see there, who I was too you,
When life was still tousled hair and crooked morning smiles.
– Dave Hughes
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