Morning Delight Poem by Dan Uriel

the landscape starts in the morning light
bleeding: the soft fluff of the night's lye
he is still full of sleep, the charm draws
as if the depths of our river were not flowing

the surface is playing - pull yourself together
stick man, since I wouldn't suspect ever
he is not just stuck in the morning heaven
but this well-done angel fake never would dare

full of do, full of blush, full of damage
full of tricks, full of arrows, full of depravity
if the child still leaves in the morning
measured swearing is always the reality

eh, you would hug me! but don't take it
bosom this elf - what do you stay if
innocently devours your heart
like a young fuss with a blonde girl