Sunday Morning Poem by Lisa Nickle

Sunday Morning



I am a tangle of hair
drunk on sleep
limbs heavy
rooted to silken sheets
Yet you see me
as though morning light
were God’s very face
shining on we two
making angels of us both

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Lisa Nickle

Lisa Nickle

Clearwater, Florida
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