CRYSTAL SENTER-BROWN
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Picture
Before dawn


the sound of your breath
on the outskirts of a dream
flies high above me/

thick with hours of
night, rest and love, in the dark
your lips find mine. The

hour is before
dawn, before the first stretch/ first
yawn of good morning/

the warmth of you wraps
around me, my soul sings your
glory/ you light the

night with love/ peeling
away the grit of the day/
our renewal/

a web, carefully spun,
each and every morning
like this one, we still

don’t need words/just legs
around waist, breasts against back
we beg the sun for

a few moments more/
our love is simple and
divine, you are my

air/ my breath/ my soul
my everything/ you are the
reason my heart sings.


(c) 2022 Crystal Senter-Brown
  • About me
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    • Need a Speaker for your Event?
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    • Before Dawn
    • Photos >
      • Fan Pics
  • Free Stories
    • Finding Amaya
    • Flash Fiction: Ready or Not
    • Serial Short Story- Pink Slip
    • Flash Fiction: Eliminating Rahiem
    • Flash Fiction: Preacher's Kid
    • Flash Fiction: It's Five O'clock Somewhere
    • Heyday
    • JiltedStory
    • Flash Fiction: Going on 17
  • Poems, Stories, Music, Video
    • Poetry Prompts and Worksheets
    • Homecoming- A Poem for Laura Nelson
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