SUSAN DONAHUE

AWAKENING

Morning began to stir, and so did I,
when night receded like the dark silk
of the coverlet slipping from my shoulder,
exposing tender flesh to your gaze.
I felt you, before my eyes opened,
reached for you, before I heard you speak,
hungered for you, before I remembered
the passion which burned at midnight.

No. 1  (c)2004 Tina Modotti