Dave Hughes: Morning

I hold my breath.

Watching in the new suns glow,

as it shows me the lines of your smooth brown back.

I clutch this morning silence,

tight,

like a ring box.

I hold my breath.

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 reflected there,

who I was too you,

before I broke us,

before…

When life was still tousled hair and crooked morning smiles

morning

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