Dark of the Morning On the Dawn of Your Lips
dark of the morning
on the dawn of your lips
words spoken
waking the world to worthiness
hours
broken with doubt
spilling over the edge,
somehow in feigning to fall
i’m caught
(but never captured)
i spill over
bursting
beyond speech
liquid
as understanding
moves quicker than thought
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2007
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