Morning Sun and My Love

Morning sun,
through sheer curtains,
immersed our bed in warm reflection,
timeless moment,
vague memory,
calm satisfaction, generous ease,
place without measure.

Benign begild,
filtered by curtains and trees,
a ballet across my walls,
dresser, chair with clothes,
spilling across the floor to my bed,
a sun pool
where-in my love and I did swim.

Jim Desson © 2004 All rights reserved