the fine art of waking up

shade lifted on the door
so that my waiting eyes
may look to the eastern glory

i choose a specific coordinate
within the stone floor ocean
to place my bare feet

a lavender aurora in the beginning

the golden hot glow overtakes the frost
dripping milk and honey onto
glistening hillside

light pirouettes
through glass
across threshold

one last leap to my red toes
where the polish sparkles crimson
ah the delicious warmth
as the scintillant rays brush my skin
heat floating up my willing legs
kisses parted lips

apollo lifts the lace of my nightgown
we swirl upward together
touching the ceiling
crashing down and back again

this woman smiles wickedly
knowing i have made love
to the sunrise

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