before it is tomorrow

this grand sanctuary
dripped between
daybreak and sunrise
when morning storms
have their way between
rising thighs
the night’s magic still lingers
in clothes on the bedroom floor
we were carved to hold each other
bodies wrapped into place
face to face engagement
my arms around your head
caressing your ears
kissing your brow
my breast in your gentle mouth
your hands in the curve of my back
pulling me onto the wet firmness of you
before it is tomorrow

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