just as morning
slips creepingly into day,
skimmingly we slide,
in pools unfurling,
and in slow glidings,
light the divide
in saffron pinks;
rising we arouse
to the fetching drifts
and softened fells
of tender-skinned crooks
shooing shadows
in pell-mell races
from places
only our fingers
goingly know
until I am arrayed
only in the hymn
of gold-dawning him
© Sarah Whiteley
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This is a wonderful piece!
“rising we arouse
to the fetching drifts”
wow. such a beautful piece. for me, it seemed like the godly imagery was woven in with eroticism. am i right? 🙂 xx
you’re right as rain
haha. nice reply 😉 xx
yum! mmmmmmm
breakfast.. 🙂
A very passionate poem.
morning love in front of the rising sun
is surly one of the divine ways to begin a day
or life
I hadn’t thought of that… yes, it would be a divine way to begin a life. 🙂
this is the first thing I read this morning, and I now I’m all set to face the day. oh, how I love mornings! 😉
warmth is felt, new feelings emerge though your verses. like this. 🙂