Sunday Morning

Sunday morning shadows floating cross the room golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed as my hands slowly ever so lightly touch your smooth warm flesh touching with all my tenderness from head to toe they search to find the hidden corners of your mind in my tangled Sunday morning bed touching places that have never been touched like this before in the early morning shadows softly laying touching in my tangled Sunday morning bed Dennis Davis Sept. 2004