Waking up in your arms
My sun baked hair blending into the dark hairs of your chest
Your arms are as soothing as good run
The jam on the wheat bread I baked yesterday
We separate for the day.
In the evening
You
Knock on our door, calling my name
Sunset smile, like bookmarks on the water I ran beside
Place-holding the magic between us.
© Copyright joan joesting 1978
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