Mornings' Amusement Poem by Jack Dylan

So it has come,
to this.
Its’ presence,
freshens the kiss.

Empty then full,
and again.
Side by side,
this is where we begin?

Boiling and new,
you have slipped into me.
A stranger to my own darkness,
soft, calm and free.

The storm rolls in,
interrupts darkness and static.
Cursed or blessed,
but neither dramatic.

So I ask it of you,
and write it in ink.
How did your toothbrush,
wind up on my sink?

7/19/07