Awake Poem by Joran Tibor De Jong

I wake up,

Sunbeams falling on your skin,
like small toy car dancing across your body.

I slowly get used to the morning light,
floor filled with reflective crystal.

Blankets half open,
beautiful unspoiled lotus.

I'll take you on my mind
perfect perfection as you are.

I can no longer sleep
anxiously holding on to reality.

I touch you gently,
love blazes as an eternally burning fire inside of me.

Unquenchable passion,
lost in thought, devoured by heat.

I smile at you,
Entangled bodies forming unity.

You look at me, eyes half closed,
a smile touched by heat.

I close my eyes,
reality has lost its grip.

Slowly I get used to the watery light,
The sun heats an empty bed.

I see a floor filled with splinters,
brand new day.