In Their Early Dawn
"A Personal Piece"
Soule
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He woke up one Friday morning as the rain was pouring,
by his snoring lover, hugged her with one touch adoring.
His thoughts laid boring but caught onto a new subject,
some said she'd been acting funny, something to suspect?
They'd connect lips with a simple kiss to allow sunshine,
one time, then another for the lovers to let out some lies.
The line between tired and fire drew across her pale face,
a snail race for words between the two with a frail pace.
He'd bail grace by questioning her love & asking of a son,
cat got her tongue, he picked up a feeling that just stung.
His tears would run because he knew it was nothing,
but it’s something in his mind; a cry of mistrust or loving?
The sun stings his watery eyes, a groggy sight misleads,
sleeping on a couch tonight or might she try to ditch me?
As she sat upward, he laughed unheard as her mind slept,
the night's dead, but a wise man would try to fight dread.
Causing her depression by his judgment, she was broken,
open a door- he'd kneel to the floor, she'd just shown him.
emotions awake,
depression comes out to play;
our words go to waste.
They parted ways to start the day on a better journey,
he worried about her & she hurried every word but never too early.
Surely, they’d speak on the phone back home or they’d meet again,
his dreams would spin, waking up from a nap at Main street’s end.
Her friends just drag on about the last prom and how he ruined it,
she’d laugh some, the past’s done and her heart gives a fluent shift.
He’d already been forgiven and is livin’ happily behind her eyes,
to disguise the flies swarming around her lies as she tried to hide.
Within days, mom and her would pray but her stomach just grew,
& if he knew, what would he do? This thought just stuck like glue.
Is it too soon? Or will his parents build a tomb and keep him from me?
Will he let our baby go hungry? Maybe it’s ugly, a buzzard’s lunch meat?
Actually he’ll be a great father, won’t try to escape and will bother,
he will feel stronger, just by the sole sight of his life filled monster.
To kill or slaughter the image that he’d be angry with the decision,
she’s going to tell him tonight, that they’re bringing life in a prism.
Her friends are talking again, walking in circles like headless chickens,
pushing her every limit until that’s it! I really do not need this bitches!
her thoughts now impure,
questioned by other’s actions –
he exists in darkness.
He slowly opened her door as she spread across the floor,
she asked for his hand and the man in him asked what for?
Straight to the core, her eyes began to flicker so he slithered,
I had a tough day & my rough faith in us makes me shiver.
But I believe that you and I will breathe together for awhile
and now we’ve got ourselves a trial…
He tells her not another word, the nonsense is absurd,
he’ll cure the hurt that scars beneath the surface that burns.
There’s nothing they can’t do or say, the pain flew away,
her tears were of happiness and his were of blue and gray.
Their not afraid and it’s like a bridge transmits their minds,
Never saw it coming, the numbing of this stare in his eyes.
She was surprised by his smooth touch,
and if she must, she’d kiss him twice on his crud scruff.
She stood up to breathe, her need to tell him built some more,
he reached into his pocket, lost it then dropped it on the floor.
She saw it, then covered her face to replace the cherry cheeks,
he dropped to a knee, then quickly asked her will you merry me?
ever lasting love,
let us be as one, together;
make me human again.
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