Pure morning light
loitered on your
exposed collar
filtered through blinds
who let strips in
and the duvet
kisses your breast;
reflecting light -
luciform love
and our spin sees it just
that the ambered
and slumbered sun
should rouse those eyes
from restful lids
and dance to your
rising shoulders
exposing more
winter lit skin;
soft snowy bliss.
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