Morning
Savoring moments before I leave.
I open my eyes, staring at you.
Making sure that you inhale and exhale
The air you need to survive.
Oh how I could beat the hell out of time.
How dare it cause me to leave your side.
The torture of the day awaits me,
As I daydream of last nights encounters
I try to slip out of the puzzle we have created.
Amazed by the masterpiece of our bodies.
What a sight. My leg underneath yours,
Your arms over lapping mines.
Finally I break free from this heavenly prison.
But just as I think I’m free from capture.
You grab my hand and ask me where I’m going.
I kiss you on the forehead and reply,
“The day awaits me my love”
This was my Aubade poem. Im thinking about if I want to put this in my portfolio book. But I was looking for suggestions about how I could make this better. We didn't get to workshop this poem. so appreciate the comments. Thanks
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