waking
the waves
I
spy you
at
the foot
of
your bed
in
the mirror
as
I lean in
to make my wishes
crawl toward
your body
I am in
a temple-
worship lean
from
my knees
I
want to please you
by
surprise
as
I slowly run
my
hands up along
the
back of your legs
I am rising
in the tongued
little
moans
that seem
to
be spilling
from
your exhales
I
asked you
if
you wanted breakfast
but
I am afraid
I
have come to take
some
sweet rain first
little
runs
little
cups
little
tastes
all
the way inside
the
places
where
my surrender
resides
in the vacant silences
that
release my lust
to
the clouds
the veils that
know
how
much
I
want
to
fall
inside
you here
where
no beginning
or
end is as clear
as
each moment
born
wet
with this morning
can
be
EJR
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