Upon Awakening Each Morning In Our First House

“A transport one cannot contain
 “May yet a transport be — 
 “Though God forbid, it lift the lid — 
 “Unto its Ecstasy!”

When Sun spills in, 
each morning light

Awakening 
sweaty, sultry heat.

Gently turning onto one elbow,

I gaze again a thousandth time upon her face

And smile into her sleepy eyes —

Then comes love as

I forever find in them her sweet caress

I find in them a feverish, fervid heat

An untempered, unfettered passion

Much greater than that mere Sun…

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