Jen Provenzano

Good Morning

I like for you to be still.
The stubble of the night makes morning thoughts
     half moons across your back.
I take you in one pull
     up your legs and down your arms.
Into your mind and out your chest
     you rise and fall to me.
You are the longing and the fulfillment
     everything fell into you that was vast.
Swept away in a surge of color
      higher and higher we climb.
Cling to me
     in the energy under the sky.