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By Ali Date: 2003 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.19.06.44.2049]] |
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It's five in the morning, And my sleepy serenade Has broken slow. I open my eyes to the day, And behold your sincere face, Quiet in sleep's repose-- A far cry from the sinful games Of the waning night. Sometimes It is good to steal apples from the vine, To taste their flesh, just to feel What some call punch-drunk passion. And still with vivid warmth, Your arms are around me, As if I am yours for safe-keeping. Abound, the still, blithe air Is crispy-cold, but I am Wrapped in simple serenity, As I watch you, lying here Beside me. I think to myself, "This is the only thing better Than chocolate." |