There was gold in the morning;
It reflected off the dew damp oak leaves
Outside the tiny bedroom window,
Colored the walls and the ceiling
Like an infant savant with finger paints;
Made everything glow
For ten minutes and 24 seconds.

He would hold her then,
Beneath the daisy print sheets,
While the Apollonian halo held them both,
And whisper in her ear
As his arms and hands,
His legs and hips,
While his body and being wrapped about her,
Found all the ways she fit to him;
As he would melt into her
Like warm gold
For ten minutes and 24 seconds.