Morning Breaks
In the breaking corners of my eye
lies beauty
captured in still,
if only in my mind,
a picture formed in perfect time
it's here in these moments
dreams are made
~
darkness surrendering to the dusk
awoken
winds fluttering across naked skin
and we sin
like there is no tomorrow
tongues strapped in unison
uttering nothing but silence
but speaking out loud to the world
~
in colours she paints
a blank canvas caressed
each brush stroke flit
encircled and writ
until she comes alive
~
and she's alive
in real time
as sunlight shines
and we slide
gracefully into the shadows
that hide
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