This morning I watched the sunrise
I stood in blazing sunlights and icy winds,
Though the day has been long
Tamyka Bell
As I held your hand in mine;
Just a single point of contact between us,
And yet the power flowed freely
From my fingertips to yours
And from your fingertips to mine
As you held my hand in yours.
And I blinked dust and small insects from my eyes.
When your lips brush mine so gently
I feel so loved;
And when you kiss me deeply, hungrily, imploringly,
You suddenly become all there is.
And I struggle to catch my thoughts,
I am struggling to make my hand flow
As quickly as this praise.
Even though, when I wake in the morning,
I will not look into your eyes,
And you will not find me by your side,
I know we watch the same sunrise.
15 September, 2004
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