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"Still With Fog" by Joe DiMino.
Still with fog
As one often rises
Yet misty from dream,
I slip out of sleep—
Fall toward dawn
A trusting child
Into catch of day;
It is the parent
I recall of first light—
Strong arms of brightness
That once simple held me
Purely love
Rocked me in safe-harbor
Now lifts me
High above the crests
Into new sky
Ascended—
It is deep into eyes
Of summit I now gaze,
With greater off
Than I have ever known;
Yield even more
Under gliding softness,
Budding lips
Tracing virgin blossoms
The intimate
Leading to
Flower-time
Together—
Sense the mother
And father of all being;
Taste infinite mint
Of their breaths
So fresh,
Their air all over me
Around me—
Tingles
Of evergreen kisses—