MemoryA Poem by Corinna BridgeburyThe morning light is dimmed The shades protect us I wake to your hands On my naked body Your urgency kindles mine I melt beneath your fingers I drown in your eyes Dark and deep They swallow me whole My lips on yours, my tongue " And as I rise to meet you I know These are the best mornings. © 2011 Corinna Bridgebury |
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