How does one describe the morning?
Sat cold on a deserted cobble beach
to eat a big orange. A vitamin C filler.
Alternatively from the angle of the bed,
a twisted neck, a torn muscle, a foot out.
Your face half turned - an agony...
reflected face, I'll kiss it better!
The birds sing a song to Ra pyramid Iconic
who toasts Icarus's wings to butter.
A salty kiss, the last before we wake up -
lovers in the midst of a little death
we draw breath, that dawn breath,
that first born breath.
(c) Rosalind J. Lee