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Awake
by Patrick T. Randolph

The air is sweeter than honey soaked wine
When you breathe your soul’s molecules onto
My morning skin and awake all its sleep
Filled pores that yearn to be blessed by your moist
Soul’s existence on days that there is no
Need to leave the warm pre-dawn bed for work.
The air is sweeter than honey soaked wine
When the windows are open and the rain
Laughs uncontrollably on wet autumn
Leaves in the aspen grove behind the house,
And your eyes shower mine with hair-raising
Playfulness, making my spirit return
To the moment we first met and I jumped
Head first into your life altering eyes!





 

 

 

 


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