one/time/sunrise


give thanks and praise for the times...
when she invites me to...
begin my... days as witness to the dawn of...


her gaze is a journey into the state of...
a...maze where love provides the clue in...
so many ways... it is best to be alert as...
emotions blur and... thoughts haze


poetic moons in a waxing phase will wane...
in strains and words that... string together...
things like... quarterly cycles and... seven chakras...
into twenty eight word quatrains!


these luna-tick... moon-tock moments when...
my entire movement is measured by...
her rhythms....
both bodies... clocks...
that get wound... a...round each other?
conscious of each... other...
time...
spent...
love...
to spend....
giving value to life's many variables...


where she begins... is...
where i end.


only to begin... so i say... again...


give thanks and praise!


a new day... dawns on the horizon, so i...
gaze into her eyes and... like a candle before the sun i...
disappear!





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