Our love is new with each new day
Every dawn a genesis
The soft pink of modest morning
Always virgin in its embrace
The silence of a waking world
Is the epochal quiet of prehistory
Before words strangled us.
The sunlight tempts
Me out of darkness
By illuminating your body.
The color of the sky and clouds
Are nothing but complements
To your eyes and hair
And I awake
Born again beside you.
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