Fleetingly awake

By TropicalSnowstorm

Early mornings are yours now.

Clock glaring digital numbers through
sleep blurred eyes, and it reads 4:29 am
again. Sounds of your breathing while
legs move toward me with gentle
imperialism and I try to recall
days before you.

Closed eyes, lower lip slightly
pouting, as dim light frames your
face. Mind fills with delicate verses
that will dissipate and never make
it onto paper.
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-- by Steve McKennon, 10 January 2016

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Published on Sunday, March 6, 2016. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Early morning ponderings before drifting back to sleep

Comments on "Fleetingly awake"

On Friday, February 17, 2023, carlosjackal (3016) wrote:

This one’s a keeper :)
On Saturday, February 20, 2016, NikesRain (1298) wrote:

delicate and stunning... this is dim candlelight and remnants of incense drifting in a quiet room... lovely piece
On Tuesday, January 26, 2016, georgelstein (62) wrote:

Love poetry makes me want to fall in love. Such a light and wry observational tone. Effortless but fruitful. Bountiful. You are in the zone ( but don't think about it.)
On Monday, January 11, 2016, soul_versing (883) wrote:

I couldn't help but smile the whole time I read this. Your description is enchanting, and your thoughts are quite delicate and sexy. It was a pleasure tip toeing across your dream scape. -smiles and bows
On Monday, January 11, 2016, CharlottesWeb (511) wrote:

So soothing. Quiet and slow like ones early morning pondering would be. Quite beautiful and decadent in a minimalist fashion. It's 4:05am and this was a perfect poem to slow the world down just enough for another try at sleep. As always, hats off to your way with words. Thank you for sharing. -CT