Dawn
My love awakens me
with playful purrs,
with kitty licks
and padded paws --
we are never far
from our primitives,
to know the world by
touch, and God through
tactile mystery, replicating
senses till soaring --
Oh, one can philosophize
and theologize!
or one can cling to the
moment~ lips diving,
arms like vulture wings
enfolding, love’s cooing
triggering a salivating, primal
response – Coffee can wait!
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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