dawn is still sleeping –
the world tucked away
beyond the outermost reaches
of reality’s fingertips
with last vestiges of dreams
lingering on your lips
you turn to me,
body paralleling mine,
two concentric curves,
lovers traveling together
in the same direction
your warm breath on my neck
bridges night’s barriers
pulling me across
the lonely twilight hours
into the morning sun
whimsy~mimsy 