In The Beginning

In The Beginning


You felt like vanilla ice cream,
you slid over my teeth,
around my tongue; I took
a deep breath and whispered out
good morning lake, good morning
light of day, as the darkness
that ruled our night let go of its hold
to sun-lit features.

Glass surface, if the wind broke you
into ripples a slice cuts my hand
from your bounded body, yet I leaned
over to see beyond, in the
depth of light, that which broke through
the color green.

Slowly, you set forth my next steps; they had met my past in darkness and set my life on this path in this space.

Beginnings have only life.



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