In Praise of Morning.

[laraken]

I enter you. Rest awhile.
The darkness here is safe.
I would love to turn the page
of every day in this same way,
see everything from your eyes
looking out.
Touch what there is to touch
with your fingers, rub up against
the afternoon as part of your
thighs rubbing.

My cheek grazing yours is like
resolve, the sureness of forever.

Your tongue is wet and lazy
at leisure in my mouth
the way I loaf inside of you..

The only movement
in the world is the dawn's bright
diamond necklace stringing itself
across the new horizon.

- Rod McKuen