Where are you now?
What are you doing?
Do you remember the morning?
It was our favourite time of day
We defied the seduction of sleep
Sweetest in those waking hours
And melted into ourselves.
It was wonderful.
You must remember.
What exactly defaced the masterpiece
Of the perfection we were?
Oh God!
Why have you made us able
To scavenge at trashed chronicles
Of good times
In bad times
To make bad times worse?
Mornings with you charmed my soul
When I eyed the sunrise
Beyond the gloss of your body
Defined by curves cut my the master sculptor
Unclothed, dark, shimmering with afterglow
Of a sensual breakfast.
I know it is a sin to remember
But I cannot forget.