Morning Movements
Those morning movements in bed,
Your silken sleep seeps into me
Like cooling waters washing over
Hot lava rock, rolling me towards you.
Under these sheets you are my Maker, my muscle, my memory of love.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
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