Poem at 6 AM
by jenkapotente
-Morning-
Birds sing.
Their chirping does not rouse
Gently
But abrasively
Because I want to be deep in dreams.
Your warmth only reaches
So far;
I have to make contact
To sate this
urge.
When our skins
Interact
It’s as if I feel you from the
Root first
To the tip.
You are so cold
In parts,
But our friction is like
The lightning strike
And our scents–
Emergent ozone.
I love the still passion in this one. It dredges up memories of long ago.