Morning Again
Waking up from this dream isn’t fair,
because I can still taste you when my tongue’s tip traces my bottom lip
The morning sun pulls me from memories of us together
Young
Wild
Unbridled
We are our most primal selves in the cover of the night
but I want you here next to me
under these linen covers
darkness shrinking, becoming small shadows on old wooden floors
where I want us both to step barefoot from slumber
towards elsewhere together
Old
Content
Restrained
Dreaming isn’t fair,
because it’s not with you.
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What a beautiful sadness in this poem.
Thank you, Kevin. That’s the feeling I hoped to convey.
The yearning in this is heart-wrenching.
“where I want us both to step barefoot from slumber / towards elsewhere together” — a stunner.
Thank you, Bill! I am glad you liked the line(s) about the floor. It took me a bit to word that the way I wanted.
The nostalgia in this piece is very immediate and sensual.
Thank you, Linda. I appreciate that you see the combinations among nostalgia, immediacy, and sensuality.
also love the choice of a natural fiber in the detail of “linen” covers
Thank you, Gaby! I actually had to read the label on the sheets for this one. 🤣
The nostalgia and yearning touched me!
Thank you, Linda! 💜 I am glad the poem did so for you. Thank you for reading.
Perfect title.
And so many visuals you walked us through, solemnly.
Thanks, Joseph. It’s always an honor to have you read my poems. I appreciate your generous feedback. : )