DRIVING THROUGH EARLY DAWN CANYONS

Driving through early dawn canyons
I couldn't take my eyes
off the southeastern sky -
rose, salmon, violet - 
rippled and muscled 
clouds reflecting the coming 
rise of the sun.

It was you who painted 
this morning more vivid 
with the muscled reflectance
of your thighs, the way your lips
touched on the horizon 
of my belly, your sky opening 
like a canvas to the sun
pouring orange light upward.

I emptied every color 
into you, and you gave them 
back to me in sunrises
of slow motion canyons.
I had to stop along the road, 
looked back, and with 
eyes in rainbow blaze 
rose once more to kiss 
your pink dawn lips.




© 2008 by Richard W. Todd

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