Susan K. Rowse
Mornings
In the crystal pure drone of passion
When the walls are kaliedescope
When the hours fore dawn are taken apart
When life is alive with hope
The spoken words of passion expel
From lungs burning with fire
When magentas' glow bounce off the walls
When appendages weave and are mired
These are the mornings I wish to return
To securities of a love
The one with the bounce of pulsing rain
When dawn comes in with a shove
Met with the push of love giving back
The moments of mornings fire
The ones of hearts breaking the walls
Greeting daybreak within desires.