Mornings

Your Love
         sidles
up and envelopes
me,
finding its arcane
way
past every locked
door, into each
               crevasse
beyond every boundary
and barrier, until

Your Love,
like your leg, wraps and
                         covers
me,

the slick
         click
of our fit followed by the
silent smiles and sleepy
                       moans
of teeth on flesh
of tongue on ridge
of fingers and bones
                     inside
as muscles rise and

fall like the pulse of a
gullet,
coursing away into
                  soft
contrails of laughter, and the
deep throated purr of content
ment

in the morning
every morning
for the rest of
                All
our lives.

©sdrogers 17 november 2012

2 thoughts on “Mornings

  1. That is spectacular and superior poetry.

  2. CatGem says:

    I thank you, Lazarus

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