it dawned on me at dawn

it dawned on me at dawn

it dawned on me at dawn
the unflinching udder of your soul
quakes me
quickening the blue ice particles
of this awkward resistance

how the radiant rose of your existence
utters shimmering suggestions
as i melt in the absent of your presence
waiting for nothing really
as if time is locked down
effortlessly still
burgeoning as if in rebirth
over and over

smiling languidly
reclining in that gentle wake
we rest in congruent affection

angelique l. Jenkins
04/04/14

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