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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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AWAKENING AT THREE IN THE MORNING

 

 

 

I am spellbound by the endless white fall

that covers the farmland

outside our bedroom window.

And then, behind me, I hear

a perfect breathing coming close

and your body, a safe door thrown open,

slips into mine

with the smooth motion of slow water.

 

You smell of leather and horses

and the swift air from yesterday evening

when we rode a stallion and mare

head-on to the wind.

Now your fingers scout my shoulders.

We hold each other, standing

very still, in a seamless silence.

I kiss your mouth, making my offer,

and you kiss me back, seeding love.

 

We move gently together,

our hands wrapped in each other's skins.

Tenderness fires us, rocks us,

we are blessed by the mystery of living cells.

 

                                               -William Fabrycki