Below is the poem entitled Your My Morning Song which was written by poet
faulkner. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Your eyes flame of fascination
and I feel unworthy to be looked upon
by a goddess. Then your lips twirl as your voice
begins to play “Good Morning.” A beloved song, always composing
a smile to my mornings and reminding me that I’m truly blessed.
After the record fades we lay comfortably in its evanescence.
Awaiting nothing, simply lost in the presence of love. My fingers leisurely
trace tender curves and turns of God’s greatest works as your warmth welcomes
me closer. Your hands blindly search for mine and the fissures are filled as our hands
fasten. Then your voice begins to play, “I Love You” and I repeat trying my best to
stay in tune. We whisper acapella as our bodies begin to compose a beat through passion.
A tenor soprano duo at its best. You’re my favorite song.