Darker Sunrise

I have surrendered many a darker sunrise
in my weakness—
your instructions never fail to arouse
the rising stems,
stretching out wherever you are,
whatever your weather.
I look upon you as a paragon of eros,
the way your lips shape my name
and obey
the pull of the commands of servitude—
sometimes there are no words left,
only beams of light
and softer sighs;
is this something you can live without?

 

 

Photo credits: Colley Whisson Artwork, Pinterest

Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United