ZAKERIBAL

slow

this return

long

this daily birth of brightness.

slow and long

when the mind stirring from sleep

wavers

trembles like a fawn just up from leaves

soft slow so exquisite

these moments

when touch

fresh and timid and hesitant as a speckled fawn awakes

so exquisite

this moment when first your body

lies languid and warm

curved

deep in the folds of my dawning senses

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