morning begs me
to come with her,
I'm struggling to
climb her heavy light
the loving hand
that can't be grabbed,
a figure of my
desperate imagination
morning has eyes of
flirtation and allurement,
I pretend she means well
with hesitance and caution
if not for love... what
would pull me forward,
unbound from night's
soft reassuring embrace
(Image from infoworld.com)
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