Sunrises through frosted glass
softening the sun’s glare,
glancing directly upon
love
without burning eyes or hearts.
my lovers-
hair tussled, smiling back-
their open nakedness shared,
skin pressing, fingertips brushing.
She held me by firelight,
softly stroking my hair,
he poured words out,
the world tucked away till tomorrow.
and sunrises through frosted glass
allowing glimpses of love and possibilities.
