With you upstairs, your curves sliding out of your robe, I stand in morning glory, my hands on your waist and we kiss. The stars spin away. The sun veers off and sets in the north. The world could fall apart and I would not know and would not care. ...because of you. It's your gorgeous joy, the sparkle in your eye, that infectious smile. We kiss—oh, do we kiss— this morning's glory disappears into the depths of you where together, we touch the divine god within us all. Anthony Signorelli
These poems are from my new chapbook The Arc of Love. Want the book? (I’ll sign it for you!)
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