instead

i could be sleeping next to a beautiful woman who adored me
the easy thing
soft intoxicatingly aromatic and mine
slip and slide into the cathedral of love and kisses
attempting to find home
not the comfort we seek
not the easy repose
love is not enough
beauty essential and flawed
this cooled dawn hints at the smell of burning leaves
endings and beginnings
a moment in between and pure
catching my breath
alone is okay
dawn
poem or prayer

9-8-24

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