Awake well before
the fist birds of the jungle
I call out to my love
she’s come to me
We savor our connection
well past the time
well past the morn
well into delightful
delicious spaces of being
being born
Rules of yore
meant to be broken
rule my body
school my soul
all consumed
within my purview
soon to certain
fool my trolls
Back to work now
joy in creation
thoughts of friendship
cohorts in crime
she’s come to me
and with me always
always love
all sublime
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
