I am unfamiliar these days.
Mostly now I stir
before light slants
through slender blinds
The warmth of your body
ebbs with wakefulness
and for a moment I float
between dream and hunger.
Sunrise forms an orb
where splashes of passion
fruit roll over the Rockies,
spill and fill the valleys
in an ardent eastward run.
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