Sunrises through frosted glass

soften the sun’s glare,

permitting glances directly upon

love’s potential,

without burning eyes or hearts.

I look down at my lovers-

hair tussled, smiling back at me-

their open nakedness shared,

skin pressing, fingertips brushing.

She held me by firelight,

softly stroking my hair,

as he poured words out,

the world tucked away till tomorrow.

While sunrises through frosted glass

allowed glimpses of loves’ possibilities.


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