when the morning has begun
before my mind can work or play
i long for your touch upon my lips,
bitter sweetness of old world and new.
.
taken by most with white, i prefer the same
as pupils gazing upon their beloved,
as the holes stitched in the universe
pulling apart the fabric of reality.
.
curling into you, hot in my hands,
warming both throat and soul;
with you i commiserate the end of sleep
and welcome the dawn of a new day.
.
when our time together has ended
i feel sad, but complete
and await the trails of today
with the taste of you upon my lips.
.
About the Creator
Lindsay Rae
I'm a romance and comedy writer from BC, Canada. My debut novel (Not) Your Basic Love Story came out in August, 2022. Now represented by Claire Harris at PS. Literary!
I'm on Twitter, Instagram, and Tiktok
https://lindsaymaple.com
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