Gothic Poetry

Soft rays of sunlight

Peeking through the shades

Early morning memories

Now is the time they are made

Slowly rolling over

To watch your peaceful sleep 

Messy hair all tangled

From the night before we slept

My fingers gently hover

Above a face so still and warm 

You reach around to pull me close

In your early morning haze

Soft lips gently moving

On my shoulder in a kiss

Keep me here for awhile more

This is truly bliss

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-Tanya Petkau