The morning is cold and there is a thin ribbon
of sunrise reaching west, stretching across
the Oquirrh mountains
and it reminds me of the loose ribbon
from your silk robe, loose
from our love making and now lying across
your left breast.
I lift my collar to a cold wind.
Laid out on the valley
floor are a flock of shivering
No…….not diamonds -but
lazy stars, resting , waiting for us
to leave the warmth of our bed
and to just notice them
and then they scatter; running after the moon
going home – running & giggling,
giving us a gift before
Father Sun chases them away from our morning,
and our soon to be apart.
Salt Lake City, UT October 7th 2013