As the light of day threatened its coming,
we, in a daze of sleepiness,
You held me snug,
as I gently massaged your weary arms.
The fresh blue light illuminated the contrast
between my vanilla whites
and your deep browns;
caught in a routine that never seemed routine,
we were soon intoxicated
by the magic of our love.
I often said,
that you were the only one I’d ever wanted as much as this;
If only I could’ve prevented
the broken existence we are now,
left with bittersweet morning memories,
and cruel borders beyond our control.
© 2011 Dana Renee’ Billingsley