Monday, September 2, 2013

three spoons


the birds have begun the day
with morning light still blue
we three lie nestled like spoons
man, woman, dog
warm and close
half awake
faces to the south
soft, earthy fur a tickle in my nose
warm breath and gentle stubble on the back of my neck
and a cool breeze drifting over us from the open window
let the birds take the morning

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