Poetry
written in 2025
Thoughts erupt
in early morning shadows
as newness hangs
in the air, so
seldom so fresh
as I stare
at the ceiling.
How soothing
this feeling
of finally.
Each day brings
new discoveries
of flesh and
fire as we
admit the other
into our space
We start
at this place.
A fitting domino
as I hope
for glorious
cascade.