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Breathing in the Morning

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One person loves me breathing in the morning because I am
Alive and without ambition, there is a magnet push and a purpose.
In the light-warm like peanut butter, filling the room golden green
Across white sheets of puffed snow piles and odorous autumn leaves
Snoring thunder and waving worms that pull through earth in the search of:
The touch of your moon-pale hand with fine white stitched scars from
A childhood of honey shoulders and raw knees from skinny climbing trees.
But let's not punctuate our paragraphs with "I love you's" and "love me, too's."
To be with you is to vanquish the muse and transcend the artifice.
Gorgeous skies and big brown eyes with luscious skin and all within.
Netting the whole world like yard bugs for the wonder of capturing it,
And releasing the whole world for the grace of seeing it fly away.
The motion of the planet dizzies and the anchor I seek is your heart, for:
One person loves me as I lie there still, not because of what I am to be
One person loves me in the night simply because I was, because I still am,
Sleepy breathing in the morning is the way I love you, too.
here is a poem i wrote many years ago and finally dug up because i realized it's the only half-decent poem i've ever written.

it's about unconditional love, and love without expectation... the kind of love that is fine just to exist, because it doesn't really need anything to keep it burning except the other person's existence.

it's my own little beautiful concept. love with no strings attached, symbolized here by the lying in bed in the morning... because when you're lying there in bed contemplating whether to get up and face the day, someone loves you regardless of whatever you decide to do.
it's pre-approval. it's everlasting.
it's love, baby.

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9/18/07 Edit: I have shaved off some of the parts which included senesthesia (tasting stories, seeing music, etc.) I don't think they captured the purpose of the line, and a widened vocabulary and years of refining my ideas towards love have led me to the new line.

vanquishing the muse= their presence overpowers the muse's fragile imitation, and therefore any urge to create art or poetry cannot be satisfied in their presence.

transcending the artifice= the beautiful faculties of the human race (wit, art, music, poetry, etc.) are all inspired by a beauty which they may imitate but will never transcend.
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El-Gato-de-Campeador's avatar
El Gato approves wholeheartedly of dis piece. De last four lines get him purring.