when i have felt your sunlight

when i have felt your sunlight

A Poem by m.s.early

Every morning I will collect your sunlight
like the monks collect coins from the temple fountain.
I am familiar with praying in the temple’s sanctum;
it’s alters are heavy with my prayers for you.
My heart kneels like repentance and weeps for forgiveness
that I might find the grace of your touch on my lips.
I will walk in your sunlight new every time
like a hayseed’s first trip through your city streets,
and if you will forgive my wonder, my mouthwideopengaping wonder,
I will much oblige you with a humble kiss.
My heart wines like a gull crying over the east river;
it sounds like the wind winding itself between the towers of your city.
Until the sun your hair wears in the morning tenderly quells
my wanting and answers the mysteries my eyes found
among every curve of your body,  after I have felt your sunlight I will pray no more
because my faith will have manifested and hope will have been relieved.
No suffering my heart will e’er be experienced evermore.

© 2016 m.s.early


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Just dropping in for the 50 shades of you...

Posted 6 Years Ago


I enjoyed this poem. Alive with the need for kind love and another.
"among every curve of your body, after I have felt your sunlight I will pray no more
because my faith will have manifested and hope will have been relieved."
The above lines were my favorite. To fall into skin and touch. Utopia for the lover. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 8 Years Ago


Another great poem. You have been officially binged upon, upon my seeing you in the feed. Now, the last line, perhaps requires another look -- just my opinion, but it is a tad awkward as your work is not -- a removal of the be, and ed on experience, perhaps? Not sure, you could probably figure out something simpler. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


i like it. just the way it is.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Here is poetry that hugs the soul embracing the tenderest places among the heart, mind and being. If one could buy the likes of this beauty I would buy a warehouse of it.

Silver you amaze, tickle and delight my presence.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


m.s.early

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much Alfred. That means a lot coming from a poet of your talent. Your reviews are great.. read more
loveliness, thank you so much for sharing the loveliness

Posted 8 Years Ago


m.s.early

8 Years Ago

Such loveliness is found in encouraging comments Emily. Thank you so much for stopping by
I hope these are your vows.....there won't be a dry eye in the place!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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