the grey darkness
hangs heavy
before the dawn
the alarm erupts
and quick to your knees
you look down at me
like a staged production
upon this local drama
you part the curtains
the triangular aperture
creates an exposé
of sensual smoothness
cool to the touch
a secret lens
to behold our world
a flash of light
breaks the intimacy
and alerts the senses
the morning energy
explodes
upon the room
and we must gather
and gird ourselves
for the day
~gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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