Cinnamon Dawn
Cinnamon Dawn
In a cinnamon dawn I repose
amongst pillows of flannel and cotton
bare breasted and smiling and sated
your existence all but forgotten
Basking in this cinnamon dawn
the sun takes my hand as to dance
fingertip steps that salute me
for I was scared yet I still took a chance
And time wasn't even required
for healing, as I was unharmed
I loved and still do but it was nothing
once I'd tasted a cinnamon dawn
So I lay in the sky and forget
and your memory I casually dismiss
for the cinnamon dawn loves me better
and I revel in its spicy sweet kiss
Love all and remember you are one of the all. Carolyn R Parsons Poet |
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