Sunrise. Soft tendrils of illumination Caress my already Sunkissed cheek; The delicate arch of my back Is warmed by this loverโs awakening. Sunrise. The fingertips of him Leave no part of me untouched Bathing me in the balmy radiance Until my body, my form, my very being is surrounded by an ethereal glow. Sunrise. Where each dawning Brings this Kismet encounter Between myself And Apolloโs rebirth, Leaving me yearning and Aching for more. Sunrise. The troubles and tribulations Of yesterdayโs woes Are forgotten--- Left behind In the twilight; In the shadows where This beacon Dares not tread. Sunrise. As I Stretch my arms And Reach for the heavens I am reminded that This delicate and alluring daybreak Is short-lived, Replaced with haste By the rose-tinted splendor Of morning. Sunrise.