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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Rising


Morning peels us from bed
in onion layers until we stand
night drugged on two feet.

Swiftly the sun steals the lover’s chat
from our lips as we snap and grumble
our way to the calculated time of caffeine.

Two souls entangled in memories
prepare to wander through daylight hours
searching for a break in the fence.

©Susie Clevenger 2017


7 comments :

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Loved the gentle pace of this - the last line was inspired.

Frank Hubeny said...

I liked the idea of peeling from bed in onion layers.

Martin Kloess said...

Ah yes. The morning coffee together. There are plenty of breaks in our fence. (big enough for a kiss)

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!❤️

Marian said...

I feel like this right now. Good morning!

WildChild47 said...

Unique and softly sophisticated - it's a brilliant piece that captures from the start - love the idea of being layered like an onion. Such breath-taking imagery!

Magaly Guerrero said...

The familiar sweetness is enchanting... and wonderfully realistic.

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