Monday, January 02, 2012

Aubade



Aubade


I want us to watch
the dawn
while our faces turn
toward each other
and the clothes
we wear burn off
in the newborn light.

You said we should always
be brave.  I try to be
every morning over my toothbrush
and the waning stars.

I stare through your eyes,
your firm heart
beating peaceful rhythms

with determination
and a brush of bells. 

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