E.W. Mayo

(Wrexham, Wales, UK)

The Morning

We welcomed the darkness of the evening before
As the still night tiptoed across our space,
The world of daylight readily forgotten
Treading softly to heaven at measured pace.

The kisses and touches and bodies responding
To arousal of passion, which ultimately devours
Our separate selves as fused into one,
Then tenderness and peace of the remaining hours.

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