The morning, long after
I woke in yawn to your body
for I had been used to
as I should
all around us black roses had never awaken
only the rims of leaves bathed in the golden light
your breath calm as your back against my arm
your eyes sleeping
smell of frost
in early fall
The Morning by W.S Merwin: Flower & Hand, 1997
The first morning
I woke in surprise to your body
for I had been dreaming of
as I do
all around us white petals had never slept
leaves touched the early light
your breath warm as your skin on my neck
your eyes opening
smell of dew
