early to

rising sun
calls me from bed, and

waking,
she is a flavor on the tongue.


rising,
hips move in concert,

greeting
the pre-Sun coming.


It is a dark rapture before the light,
waiting,
draped in the dark, warm, moist,
dew.

Eating,
my fill,
of this waking, breaking,
yawning, dawning eruption of a day.
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