Morning Sun
The pillow holds my head
til the sun peeks in the window
ever so slowly as though daring to view my face
yet not afraid to be the first
of the day.
A warm embrace pursues
seeping sweetly within my skin
fiercely, and yet with a gentle, soft coaxing kindness,
undaunted by my hesitance
to succumb.
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