Friday, 30 June 2017

At break of day

At break of day


It breaks through morning windows, light
which cannot fail to end the night,
illuminate the unmade bed,
bring gleams to life on pillowed head,
outline the form that breathing lies
quite still, devoured by lover's eyes
whose tender gaze at break of day
alights where jealous sunbeams play.

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