A Morning Poem

In the morning light,

Fingertip butterflies dance along my back

Teasing at my skin to wake

And see the morning bright


Whispers singing in my ear

Dancing along my neck

Soft notes tingling captured on lips

Drawing me near


Caresses calling

For my eyes to wake, to discover

The shadows tickling behind knees

Falling, falling


Into this white,

Skin painted in golden hues

Burning bright

In this morning light

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