Love aroused. . .


Good Morning



Throughout dark moonless night
when dreams pervade all consciousness –
throughout bright moonlit night
when none can rouse unconsciousness,
what element lacking would you miss?
The hand rocking gently you in bed?
Perhaps, the unexpected morning kiss?
Another act of love instead?
Perhaps another poem we read
about us, lovers, sharing bliss.







Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 04:51

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