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Sunday Morning

The aftermath of revelry
calm and serene and
the darkness of your brown skin
contrasting with bright aqua
of our now shared sheets
so beautiful, I catch my breath
afraid somehow that
if I wake you, gently
touching the side of your cheek
the moment will burst,
pop like an opalescent bubble,
and all I want
is to savor it. So
I don’t wake you.
I let you sleep under my caress
and breathe in the deep joy
of a sleepy Sunday morning.

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