MY SUNRISE SKIN...

When the night gently kisses the Morning

And her cheeks blush a smooth cherry red

I have felt her breathe a soft warm wind

On the waking edge of my sunrise skin

In these moments, her eyes dance bright blue

And she lets drop her dark, starlit sweater

Wrapping her bare arms with ashen clouds

Smiling at me with her coy, timid ruby lips

Tempting me to rise and play with her light

To see her Wonderland just within my reach

I hear her laugh riding the whispering wind

And I play in her shadowless fragrant radiance

Until she lets her lips rest again softly on the Night...

Author's Note

You can only come to the morning through the shadows. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Reviews

[DaniElle LaPointe]

oh myyyyyyy!!!!! the ending has inspired me to write something sensual!! what a great piece Fro!!!!!

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, DaniElle! I must seek out these inspirations of yours... You always know how to heat up the frozen north... :)