Dawns mellow
yawn pulls the sheets
off the earth
and kisses her full
on the mouth.

The slender tongue
of a cloud drifts
along his curved
jawline.

The soft grass
cups underneath
and curls his
open toes.

Softlight sucks
on hanging lips
and pushes to
the crashing seas

Daylight ends
like it began,
slowly quiet,
and dissolving in color.

10/26/2002

Author's Note: And so the theme of the sky in my poetry continues...

Posted on 12/10/2007
Copyright © 2010 Jeremy Magee