Saturday, November 08, 2014

The Dawning Sun

That moment,
Just before dawn,
When her poised lips
scarcely present themselves, as
the rising tides subtly crawl towards
the emptying beach, while
her rhythmic breathing contorts
her nose quite
ambrosially. Out in the distance,
the dawning sun springs forth
in a sudden array of a
multicolored horizon, as if the very sky itself
is on the brink of fulmination, like the
bursting of fireworks in a varied mess of colors.
It is then, that she brings forth her shivering lips
Upon my own,
As my now emotional state begins to resemble that of the dawning sun.

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