As Dawn Wanes
Whispers prick the belly of my ears gently
Sinking deeply in their pools
Laughing whiskers tinge my soul’s tongue
Lick the steam as coffee brews
Morning lifts her skirts, awakened
Dawn slips away, he dares that smile
Robins sing their distractions
Allowing Dawn to hide a while
He will return to rage the battle
Dreamers fight within his snare
Clutches give and thrust their bedsheets
Morning fears Dawn’s final stare
Give to me your hour so longing
Bring back heaven, hold me fast
Care not if the hour is waning
Squeeze my thighs, renew your grasp
Grey eyed stare, veiled delusion
Scrape my heart and gouge my faith
A fantasy, a reason to
Keep Morning oh, so far away
Jude Stringfellow – July 17, 2021
Photo Credit: The Naked Scientist
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