Thursday, February 10, 2011

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



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