there is a warbled bell's clang
constantly ringing inside
the collar of our embrace(s).
my
whiskers wake you up at
in the morning. your
legs wrap around mine.
(who's
toes are who's?)
sunrise is the perfect
accent to your
clearing-gaze.
morning: might i feel you
slide up the sides of my
ribs, chest, arms, along
my face
waking my skin
for your touch.
Good morning.
I Love you.
