i could see her
then my thoughts
bloomed like
flowers, bright orange poppies
wonderous bright and  i go
and whisper love to
her hair still mussed by sleep
my mind all, raddled perceptions, and  in
moments like these their
ability to wear clothes
of polite deception dies with
stark naked truth gleaming no
shining through to the west
horizon, the wind
blows my deception to
the eastern most point of my love and  iron
rust,red and magenta  notions come out
with joy to play the
sun colours and creases
early morning clouds, they blush in
deference to her ****** beauty the
sun hides, she shines brighter this **morning