ThisMorning (to GreenEyes)

In darkness

Curtains

Billow

Dancing

Cha-cha

Causing

Body

Gooseflesh

Chilled

Pulling

Us

Close

Tickling

Ticklish

Spots

Laughter

Dances

On

Breezes

Mixing

With

Mornings

Birdsong

If only

Every

Morning

Could be

This

Morning