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Sunday Morning Prayers

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I want the warmth of sun on flesh on flesh

To unravel a tangle of blankets to find a friendly face

The warm breeze of sleeping breath across bare skin

And sip each other up with big and little spoons

I want your kisses tucked away for when you’ve finally gone

When the analog overseer calls you home to the real world

Or when you’ve suddenly tired of chivalry

And betray my hopeless monogamy for a smaller dress size and bigger bust

I want to stand my ground in Doric order

Until you rattle my temple base with kind words and kinder kisses

Crumble my Pantheon, shatter my Hadrian’s Wall

So that I must rebuild from the ground, reconstruct my Roman Empire

I want to be reborn from the sea as Venus

To feast on the lust and the dust of the sensual world

But return, when I’m full, to the world of the gods

Above the mortal fear of loneliness and broken-hearted nightmares

I want to inspire you to create the way my pen longs to please you.

I want a symphony in my honor played by your cardiovascular orchestra.

I want to fall asleep underneath the moonlit guarantee of your return.

I want to mean something special in your beautiful world view.

Savanna Young-Norris (thewildsavanna.tumblr.com)


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