Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Sunrise
 
I
Yellow, egg yolk light
breaks across the sky,
creeps through the Venetian blinds
prophesying something new,
something exciting.
 
II
Myriad colors glide
ghost-like
through the window.
 
III
You beside me,
as light caresses
your smooth, alabaster skin
with vivid Superman ice cream colors.
I want to lick them
Off your chest.
 
IV
Your breath,
soft and warm,
slow and steady,
like the morning breeze.
I could lay here forever,
Watching you sleep.
 
V
Beautiful,
golden haired,
golden thighed,
Ancient Greek God,
my Apollo.
At times like these,
I believe in God.
 
VI
I get out of bed,
walk out the door,
to the beach.
The Turneresque sunrise,
Full of blazing red, yellow and orange fire,
burn into my soul,
as I slowly come to life.
 
VII
Seagulls calling each to each,
like an Eliot poem.
Where are the mermen?
Are they sleeping
beneath the deep, cool waters?
 
 
VIII
The once-black canvas of night,
comes to life.
I think of you,
alone in our bed.
 
IX
The beach is almost silent,
Save for the soft, rippling, laughing sound
of the waves,
as they leave ripples,
like stretch marks,
across the sand.
Colors from the sky,
Run together and disperse,
into the tide.
 
X
Brighter and brighter,
the colors grow.
The breeze gently strokes my face,
my body,
and I sigh.
 
XI
I feel you,
before I see you.
Your strong, loving arms,
Wrap around me.
You kiss the sacred of sacred spaces—
the nape of my neck.
 
XII
“I missed you.”
Your voice softly enticing,
like the waves,
lull me into the safety of your arms.
 
XIII
“I love you,” I whisper.
Your strength in how you hold me,
makes me sigh,
as another morning with you,
continues to dawn.

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