A love poem.

— by Lester L. Polk

The sun breaks through the lattice

and I awake to nirvana
today like every other
I eagerly await the gift of all gifts
the sight of your lovely face
the place we call home
warmed by the beauty of your essence
eyes red
unfettered magnificence
viewed in wrinkled pajamas

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