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The Poetry of Luis Lopez

All of my poems are love poems.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

This morning

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This morning
I opened my eyes
and saw you lying next to me.

Each eye resting behind
a thin layer of flesh.

The sound of your breathing...
before you woke up.

--Written October 2003
Posted by Luis at 7/17/2005 05:11:00 PM
Labels: poem, poetry

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