sunday morning
at the celestial breakfast table
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the sun awakens, watchful
buzzing with an electric halo
our moon, she lounges,
juxtaposed in the early sky
encircled by blushing, puffy-eyed clouds
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in between the two lovers
the fog flows long down the mountain
like Looking Glass Falls,
sweetly weeping at dawn
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we too dreamily perch
at our heavenly breakfast table
you, reciting DH Lawrence in your own angelic halo
and i, childlike and hungry
nibble at every word
gaze locks and hearts open, into an embrace soft like moss promise me you'll listen to yourself promise me you'll try blueberry kisses one spring afternoon buds unfurl, leaves splay open and we melt i
healing wounds and sweetly tending to our traumas embracing the tiny me, the tiny you the innocent ones the chink in the armor i allow you to touch a crack in the halo i turn to reveal these blemishes
soft eyes pale face sweet embrace mesmerize tantric touch electric lips handfuls of the intimate this moonbeam light chocolate dream melting stars girl being seen spirit breath humid teeth night air t