And there is morning
that immeasurable tranquility
poised on the edge
of a moment just before
you open your eyes
And there is night
when you caressed by
pale blue strands of moonlight
lay willing to be
subsumed by slumber
And there this
waiting place where
the near nearness of you
is more seductive by far
than the mere pressure
of a lover’s touch
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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