Motel Mornings

When the dawn light clatters against the windows,
and it's racket seeps through the shades and curtains

When the small sounds of stirring daytime
build into a tidal wave of waking,
drowning our brains in consciousness

When we once gain begin to recognize,
to relish the feel of skin on skin,
the smell of last night's love

When we open our eyes in increments,
only to get lost in the sight of one another-
the parting of your lips,
the curl of my hair-

Only then will we know the pain of parting
and how grating is goodbye

Leaving us on the sheets,
and alone
rejoining the world.


Motel Mornings by Dakota Farley