Morning Love Poem


6:30 a.m.
in silk robes you brush your teeth--
your breasts are dancing.


john saunders (not verified)

I *love* the morning love poem.
Makes me think of Gary Snyder's
early love poems. How
beautiful! How about this one
from Paz:
en tu cama
eramos tres,
tu yo la luna.

(I apologize for the missing accents)

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