I appreciate how
the sun pushes its way through
the closed slats of the blinds
to cast its light
on the parts of you that escaped
from under the covers:
one leg, bent askew
an arm dangling over the side of the bed...
Oh, the gratitude I feel
as sunbeams spotlight your ebony skin
shimmer over the sinews and muscles
of your bare back
and in this private oasis,
in this sacred solitude
that is our sanctuary,
sunlight reminds me
what a king you are.
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