morning glory
the minimum waste of breath in the otherwise cold skin
the light weight light hearted sigil
the light with the dim light on the lips the light word of song
we uncover the body of our half sleep half naked mind half lit position
we uncover another way of rendering the hands
we uncover the heat from below
the heart again from below
and again
producing fire waiting to be stolen
again
we discover a burned object and ashes beneath the sheets
we uncover the light in our breaths and skin
and stay half awake
in flames