Dawn and they slumber on
limbs entangled, breath rhythmic; untroubled
bathed in dust-specked sun.
The shrill song of day
as it finds each chink in the ditsy-print curtains
falling first upon her face and then
in an enticing constellation
it orbits their quiet congruence
in a slowly unfolding son et lumière.
Awaking; her fingers curled around his ribs
lifting; falling with his breath
she lays; listening
to a rhythm circadian
to the sonorous beat, beat, beat of him
remembers how they sought one another
their skin blue-white; electric in the blonde of the moon
exuding a slow and glorious heat
that rose, surged; spilled in their divine duet.
Still; she lays
languid in the sweat creased sheets
steeped in an aurous glow
blind to the light
holding her breath
for fear the day will break.