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Prelude, Dawn, Sunrise

by taylor walker mitchell

The dew turns to frost

on the window screen in the early morning chill darkened light ripples through lattice and crystal

the air sings

(clear) in quiet voices

and her breath her breath is heavy- of stillness and peace

Cheek nestled, nose scrunched and warm, to the kiss between his shoulders, her breath on his back the strongest wave.

Face to face, Respiration bridges the narrow span, teasing full-faced flutters, each pulse expanding ear-to-ear