Stolen Sunrise
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This beach is coming…
To life slowly,
While I sit in darkness…
Waiting for sun to come…
Rising…giving birth.

My mind swirls,
Taking flight…
Landing in Carolina mountains,
Forming crater…filled…
With lake water reflections…
Dancing on morning ceiling.
Your body’s warmth,
Soothing my aching bones…
Filling my heart.

To be near you…
Drinking passion,
From your breasts…
And flowing streams,
Of raging lust…
Manifestation of love,
Found when timing…
Was not right.

Projections of memory,
Flash archives,
Of amorous finesse…
Inducing inebriation…
Of desires pleased.

Preparation of breakfast…
Found you grasping countertop,
Me grasping hips…yours…
Pulled towards me,
Words of love forever…
Passing my lips…
Made no sense.

Poetry written…
Not seen…till…
Tears dried,
From comforting kisses…

Damn…I missed the sunrise again.

Erin Woods