Sunrise

On night’s
velvet couch
coolly, I wait,
arrayed in
Moonlight’s
Diaphanous gown;
dew dropped skin
slipped across
lotus blossoms
anticipating,
Love’s first
pink blush
gently beckoning
to dance
beneath
far-flung skies,
yellow fingers
strumming a blazing
passion
and at long last
I surrender
a the
golden dawn