Morning Pleasure 4-9-2007

The sun is rising;

It's gathering warmth tingles through me,

It's rays trailing heated fingers

Across my flesh.

The breeze tickles;

The clouds wisp across the coming dawn,

Caressing my skin with the promise of blue skies.

And the sun keeps rising,

Coiling hotter and hotter,

Drawn into my body

Like the touch of a lover...

Then it breaks.

Light explodes, and colors

Take on sound in this

World of senses.

The vividness makes me want

To cry out.

As the day wakens,

The colors wind down.

The living takes precedence,

And the sun fades to the background,

Waiting for another morning pleasure.