The Morning After, Part One

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    The Morning After, Part One

    waking up
    after the break that is breakfast
    i find myself pondering
    why sausage is on my shit list

    i remember what happened last night
    i was fully cognizant
    i knew what your intention was
    and i fully enjoyed it

    when you turned to look at me
    your hair a million tints of midnight blue
    you turned the key imprisoning my soul
    then, i recognized you as You

    your face in the moonlight
    looked both familiar and foreign
    like a long lost puzzle
    dusty, forgotten

    but your strangeness was not as frightening
    as the feelings aroused inside of me
    they responded to your native feel...

    it was just so much
    maybe too much to ponder
    over this cup of coffee
















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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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