Awakening


I watch as she awakens,
from deep blue shades of sleep,
dew like finely woven lace,
upon her gentle breast.
.
Singing birds her morning sigh,
as petals now unfold,
to drink her honey-golden warmth,
my lady, mother earth.
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I lay upon her softly now,
my nakedness she enfolds,
in satin sheets of morningtime,
My soul and hers now one.
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David Chiasson