When morning begins with lovemaking
when in the beginning lovemaking morns
when in the morning love begins
its struggling with things
when it makes its lips beginning
tongue me how
can I not begin
when in the morning
a making is made
of love how you make me
feel is what I begin
to love the morning
between our knees
it does there begin
its own making
then becomes
the whole beginning
of the day
carried in our arms
passed out all day
invisible balloons
trembling
toy horns.
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