MATINS

I want the cool
Unshadows
Of pre dawn
Percolating through
To wake me from
Dreams of you
And find
The dream is true.
That I lie entangled,
Limbs entwined
Light and dark
Barely defined
In that sweet half light-
Seaweed drifting
On the gentle tugging tide
Of some slow Ocean
I want to shift in your
Half embrace, twist-
Not to be free,
But to rise up and
Trace the night’s dizzy
Journey once again
On the softened
Curves of your
Sleeping face.

Manuela Cardiga