Morning Wake Up Call: Romantic IMprov Free Verse Poem

Your hair falls,
soft,
flowing gently,
capturing the morning’s
first gold.

Turning into you,
I face quiet beauty.
Silently,
trembling,
I move your flaxen strands
off your face,
behind your ear,
exposing your skin.

Leaning in,
my cheek hovers above
yours,
feeling your warmth,
like morning sunshine
pulls back the blanket
of the night.

My ear floats
above your lips
so I feel and hear
your deep, morning breath,
tranquil
and at peace.

My lips
part slightly
to breathe softly
into
your ear.

Quietly,
as sweetly and
with as low moan
as possible,
I whisper a gentle
“Good morning.”

You stir slightly.
My face drops soft
against yours:
Cheek against
skin,
my ear against your
mouth’s corner,
lips against
your ear.

I trust you hear
and feel
the sound of one soft,
tender,
breathless
kiss
reverberating
against your skin
and your hearing
through
to your mind
and then your
heart,
and then,
racing,
awakening
your soul,
with a gentle,
non-verbal
morning massage message
of love.

Golden haired sleeping beauty is the Muse for a morning wake-up call

Harmonic Memories Of A Sunset Float: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

Oohm float sunset, July, Lake Winneconne, WisconsinGazing at her golden hair
and softly glowing skin/
made me wish I was again there.
A Midwest lake: I’m diving in.

I float in the sunset,
and lay there, half submerged;
half warmed by sun, half cooled with wet;
harmonizing breathing and chirping birds.

An hummed experience of oohhmmm that was new.
A sung peace that tuned my innermost core.
The harmonic returns again as I view
her golden-toned decoutage’ once more.

She somehow can carry within her calm face
the memories and tones of another peaceful place.