Transparent Words - Poetry

The Stuff of Mornings

 

By Joe Sichi

 

 

The Stuff of Mornings

 

murmuring in its ebb and flow

 

it is the gorgeous soft

 

brown

 

of women I have known

 

like them it nudges

 

me awake

 

like them it is warm

 

under its cover

 

imparting heat and movement

 

to the moribund old grouch

 

that holds it like them

 

dear

 

mantled by the gentle round

 

curve

 

the first sip

 

with parted lips

 

intensifies the day ahead

 

the day behind morning

 

is but daylight

 

without the subtle inspiration

 

brown

 

but a color

 

until it moves

 

within my hands

 

here