Morning
Bleeds
Above
Manoa
Ridge
Raspberry
Saul
Yawns
Quietly
Looming
Clouds
Scrape
Birdsong
Your
Deep sigh
Sleep
Sounds
Turn
Me
Beneath
Blankets
You
Lay
Tawny
Skin
Wrapped
In cotton
Finger tips
Trail
Across
Ridges
And bone
Tickling
Today’s
Gooseflesh
