I love you most in the morning.
Before the impossibility of the world
has etched its hard lines
between your eyes.
In the time between when I
awake and you begin to stir,
I memorize the peace and calm,
collect enough to last me the day.
So When the hard world
causes hard words to escape
your mouth, I can always remember
your breath,
whispering,
reminding me that by nature,
your mouth
holds soft words and
soft sounds.
Only extenuating circumstances
will cause to to talk to me
Sharply,
and when you do,
I can always look forward
to the morning,
when again the hate will blow out
with the curtains.
April 2012
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