Aubade

A  pin drop of doubt
Settled during the night
The breeze heard its whisper
And carried it to ocean depths,
Where it swelled in blue tide,
Rippling bedposts of our sky 


I wake up to find your side cold
In the morning light, and see 
Your mud prints going to the shore 
The wind roars, gales of   
Half-rotten fish tangled in salty nets  
What was a blur is now clear: 
Unapologetic truth


No fear for the unknown,
Nor indecision, in a moment 
Courage comes like a vodka shot  
I grab my oil-slicked boots and jacket
My lips are bruised from kisses, 
Thighs sore, eyes bloodshot tired    
But there is work to be done 
The room is shaping to what it is:
Sturdy ship, facing towards the sun   



Posted for:   Real Toads and D'verse Poets pub - OpenlinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~ 
An aubade is a morning love song or poem about lovers separating at dawn.  It has also been defined as "a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak"


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Song of parting

I wake up to flickering dawn

Heartbeat slow and measured

In the pale glimmer, I could not

See the careless strewn clothes

On the floor and chair, somewhere

Along the night’s careless pulse,

When your dazed eyes bore into mine,

Bright with passion, your lips quiver

My bold surrender and anticipation

Just me, only me, in your arms

I whisper your name, but you are quiet,

Sober and uninterested in the morning after

Embrace, like an unmoored ship in briny sea 

Kited to the soaring eagle;  no, I am not

The anchor you want, just a journey’s stop  

As you slip out under wrinkled bedcovers,

Hurriedly putting on your clothes,

You don’t say goodbye, just a glance

To me, yes me, whose arms cradled your rest

And whose lips bloomed your music,  until

You hear it strong and lusty to stir

Your restless limbs for another adventure,

New lands to conquer, far and away

Before the door closes, your gaze is on 
The faraway blue, and I, 

Don’t make a move to stop you 




Author's note:   Because it is very cold and minus 14 today; and I would rather be in bed.   Smiles.   Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday starting at 3pm EST.   

Poetry form:   Aubade - is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, which is in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. Some aubades are bittersweet, some are yearning, and others are mere proddings to awake.  Thanks to Grace of Real Toads for this poetry form.  Linking up as well ~

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