To Wake with Such a Feeling

Stephanie A.M.

she is everything that’s right about the morning,

bright,

stirring, realization that

I am so alive,

shining, reflecting pools,

her eyes find mine, eager,

spreading smiles through the air like

sunlight tendrils,

when they reach me

everything seems to begin

she is everything that’s right about the morning,

gentle,

soft new beginnings, joy

trickles down her thighs,

singing songs

in the key of me

that always wake me from my slumber,

I dream, to count the seconds until

I find her at my side,

for she is sunrise to my senses,

leaves them illuminated, prepared,

intrigued,  I touch her beauty,

taste the joy our hearts have shared,

so aware no darkness

stands a chance, as long as she is there

she is everything that’s right about the morning,

peaceful,

serene, splash of magnetic radiance,

that I grab and hold inside,

I gaze upon her like first flecks of new day,

startled by the beauty and yet so happy that

she’s finally arrived, she reflects

all of love’s brilliance, beaming

like daybreak before my eyes

she is everything that’s right about the morning,

and I long to keep her with me

through each and every night

[End Poem]

Feels pretty good.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet