she is the tide
coming
in
the sun
lifting light
over
the horizon
warm
bread rising
in the oven.
she's
the open window.
the cool
sheets
on the bed.
the taste
of honey
melting on
your tongue.
she's the long
deep
sleep, the lingering
kiss.
the whisper
in your ear.
she's on her way.
she's
almost here.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
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