Winding down and waking up,
the warm aura of morning
stifled and quiet, climbing upwards,
dousing ambition and temptation
with the haze of late-night and confusion
and dreams sifting through the prior day.
A tinsel stalk and pounding rhyming couplets
eerily reminiscent of Pixeleen and Babylon Sisters
as she stirs quietly, with a pillow-muffled sigh,
reaching and landing and feeling and eyes knowing.
Relief and laughter, knowing and recalling,
thinking back to Jerry's good luck to George,
I continue the undercover journey
and we are back beneath the folds and
the warmth of morning covered in green, gold and wine.
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