A ballet of limbs and longing
eventually yielding to the strident wail of the alarm clock
Coffee scented
Toaster warmed
Paper boys, and barking dogs set the tempo
The cadence of the hot shower beating on morning-stiff muscle
Gives way to the frantic rush
We... surrender
Become
You
and I.
(6-26-2003)
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