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 all within the world is beautiful,
And truth is sometimes best found when eyes are closed.

What is Earth but dust under feet?  Do not waste time.
Go live your life, but also be open to your heart—
Drink deeply until your thirst is quenched.
Give yourself what your heart longs for.

But do not wake him yet…  Lay beside him, among his silent dreams.
Smell the fragrance of his warm and naked body.
Enter his slumber until you rest beside his soul.
Adore him quietly…  and pray his ardor stirs when you awake–

Allow his widening pools of light
To dissolve shadow’s grievance from your daily life.
On this moment’s sharp edge, pause and simply sparkle on the ledge,
Give him your love and take from him only what he freely gives.