601 Sunday Morning 5-22-16 (go to 580 for search words)

Shades drawn against
a brightening, intrusive sun,
we, wrapped in our
quilted cacoon,
warm, musty from
last nights lusty passion,
and deep aftermath sleep
and this mornings
dozing awakening.

Were this all heaven is,
it would be enough.
An eternity cris-crossing
the border between
a dream and a kiss.
Yes,
it would suffice.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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