morning comes forever

my lust is transparent,
and Her satisfaction,
translucent,
as morning comes forever;
and somewhere,
in the many mysteries
hidden under rented bedclothes,
hands find warm flesh,
and hearts pound out
a salsa beat,
as tender mercies
give a home to restless loins,
and Saturday night fantasies;
and morning comes forever,
as sleep is left aside
for the times of separation,
which are treacherous and wide;
and want becomes need,
and we are like sucklings,
ready to feed,
heated but not sated,
and morning comes forever,
even as we waited.



November 15, 2009, for the Wifey.

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