early-morning-light
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Gazing upon him in early morning light,
His beauty makes me want to paint a naked canvas
Or write a poem about how everything is true,
As truth is found when eyes are fully open.

What is Earth but dust under our feet?
Go ahead with your life, but pause—
Drink deeply until your thirst is quenched.
Give yourself what your heart longs for.

But do not wake him yet…
Lay beside him in his dream. Smell the fragrance of his warm body.
Enter his slumber until you rest beside his soul.
Adore him silently… until his ardor stirs you open–

Allow his widening pool of light
To preempt shadow’s grievance from your life.
On this moment’s sharp edge, simply sparkle on the brink,
Give him your warmth and take no more than you need.