First Blood
sun gently breaks hymen
of inviolable night,
flooding silken sheets
of sky
with bleeding red.
december morning's ample bosom
spills forth crisp coolness,
bracing me
with a discovery so new.
my fingers run
like wind through leaves
as i marvel at the wonder of you.
(dec. 1976)
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