Because your
fine white body
slept beside me,
I failed to dream
of anything else.
And when dawn
broke rosy red,
I hurled invectives
at the darkness
for ending.
But your tangled hair
thawed my heart,
as your talented
mouth said
good morning
in the most
soothing way
a lover can.
At times, this life
hurts like
a *******.
But this morning
you gave me
a dandelion
with a white poem
larger than my heart.
A new way to breathe
and face the tragic day.

  ~mce