Late Summer Morning [a poem by yours truly]
I woke up to a smile today, I didn't know how to feel
The warmth befell my slumber and unconsciously revealed
A grinning mischief, a soul entirely tangible and wet
I wiped my sleepy eyes to a backlit silhouette
A touch of velvet, burgundy blood and oil
Annointed spring's garden in a summer soil
And as they tumbled softly intertwined like wild vines
They became one body, one spirit, one mind
One consciousness, two halves, once seeking to be whole,
Wandering the world in sadness, running blindly from the cold.
"Late Summer Morning"
With love [?],
Reese Darko
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