Monday, June 27, 2011

Fair of face


Dreams pierced by a
deafening siren of what many call–
an alarm.

Eyes pry open
Light spills
Lids touch again
Body yearns for another second in comfort heaven
Mind longs for smell of toast, breakfast in bed, kiss on cheeks

But my lips smile
to waking up in the warmth of what I call home.


  1. Thanks for the follow! I definitely recognize your name from Toronto's fashion scene.

    Love the simplicity of this photo.


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