Coal in the Morning Light

A kiss, a flower, sweet upon my lips

The morning's fresh dew.

I wake to see your sleeping face upon last night’s pillow.

Your shoulder bare. I remember the night’s adventure:

The screams, shudders, and crying out; the heat upon your face.

I smile in memory’s glow wishing to fall once again in its embrace.

I kiss your skin, unveiled and exposed, along your neck

The mewls and coos. Hellos welcoming my lips

You turn your eyes, the color of coal, dark, shining, black

An unlit fire’s fuel, ready to burn

Your lips meet mine, sparks, igniting fire, low burning,

Your tongue meets mine and now flames burn bright

You unveil, exposing the glories of the divine

To burn the coals of fire in the morning’s light

You’ve been intimate, you’ve had a relationship, you’ve fallen in love, you’ve broken up, you’ve fallen in love again … what’s next?

After All is Said . . . 40 poems about what comes next. What happens after … in a relationship. Read these poems that get to the heart of what comes after all has been said.