this morning was the mold
and we were the molded
all night we boiled
reaching perfect consistency
to wake up and be poured into
the morning
We look like the morning
our hair is a mess
and the only
makeup you'll find
is smeared from yesterday
and nighttime heat
but thank God it was
this particular morning
we happen to look like
i was you and you were me
and we got that morning sleep
resting
before disapearing back into
our current separate
daytime realities

You said you felt us drifting.
made a part of me die
the dead part got melted back into
me,
creating
the essence of whole
living
breathing
morning

and when you brushed me with your eyes
I felt the resurrection in me