MorningSong (to Joseph)

Morning

Sun

Slivers

Embark

Linen

Draped

At

Feet

Innocent

Torso

Lay

Bare

Moving

Close

Closer

Still

Warmth

Humidity

Debussy

Wafts

Above

Us

Fingers

Alight

Lips

Chins

Eyes

This

Is

Our

Morning

Song