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It's that feeling you get

That morning you don't have to wake up at all.

When the sun is just rising and it's coming in through the blinds.

When the only sounds are the morning birds singing to each other.

It's not hot. It's not cold. It's that perfect temperature underneath your comforter.

It's when you stretch out for the first time,

And you can feel the blood rushing to all your muscles.

You left the window open all night, so you take in that morning air

As your body cracks in all the usual places.

Your heart races, trying to break free from your chest.

And you like it.

One big deep breath that fills your lungs and you just lay there.

Close your eyes and you rub them.

You can see the stars. So many colors.

Another deep breath and you hit that perfect spot on your bed.

This isn't happiness.

It isn't comfort.

It's not peace.

This is euphoria.

This is life. Pure, innocent, untouched life.

Yeah, that's it.

That's what you taste like.

You taste like heaven.

Reviews

[Ang]

Loved this! I could picture this poem perfectly. I love the calmness in this piece and the descriptions. Great poem! :)

[John B. Bolling]

"It's that feeling you get" often leads me to think of something negative or unsettling, if not frequently used, and managed to make it as refreshing as the morning air to which you refer. This makes me miss those Fall mornings when there is nothing to do but appreciate the simple wonders we so frequently ignore. I don't have much to add by way of actual criticism, so I'll just say well done.

[floarealbastra10]

great work

[Michael X]

...taste like heaven, your words flow like the creek that feathers
through eden, so plush and vibrant and in the making, colors abound as
picture perfect emotions, well done. the ending is weight upon the heart.
personally i'm proud of this poem to be such a pleasure to read.