At Dawn Poem by Francesco Malaspina

I see now, through filtered lights, how frail
How warm each day must be
Our days ahead of me.
Blinded by the way your skin shines
Under fragmented dawn skies
Kissing away the fear of dreams unreal
I play among sun's golden tides
Trying to shield you from them
Trying to keep you mine
Caressing you, afraid of time defined
As light warm lines disintegrate against the blinds.
Chase them, chase them away
Morning collapses as morning shines
Amongst my hands your hairs, a blooming river
So soft under the golden currents
And when I touch you your skin dances
Pulses made of light, eyes closed, my mind
My hands have memorized
The way your breasts rise, the way you breathe.
Frail days, warm days in sight.

(13 - October - 2016)