I've had a love affair
with every morning
I've laid eyes on
The way they hold me
breathe into my soul
show me exclusive things
exclusively for me
The aphrodisiac fullness of
morning light
I carry through the day
into the night
and then
release
I've asked before
doesn't the sound of a mallet
that comes before the note
make you cringe in anticipation
of purity and beauty
An answer came, at last
I winced because it's help
that I could never ask for
accept and hold in life
An exploration so exciting
to make the mallet help
bring out the music
and be together, one
in all life's arms