Sunday, May 04, 2008

Morning Goddess

A morning
grows out of my eyes.
She sleeps with my heart-
She curls
where my legs part.

If I turn over
I might bruise Her delicate skin.
I might fall in
to Her melting dreams again.

Within my surfacing mind
I watch Her rise
into a silver kimono of light.
I watch Her prepare to bathe
in my life.