chattered adorations

the first morning
where the chill coalesced
across my flesh
swaddled in birdsong
goosepimpled shivers
in a naked ball
grasping at the wispy
dreamdust scattered
in the darkened room
for one more minute
of her in my arms
before facing the day
a manic ball of
crystal coherence
my adorations hang
in clouds of mist as
her name forms in the
frost laded latticework
crawling down the pane
the soft hiss of coffee
percolating furiously
as the sparrows hop
calling for the sun
to bear witness to a
bare fool desperate
for one kiss to melt
the icy dismay of
waking chilled and alone

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