If in the morning
the light comes through the window
and presses its glow against my shoulderblade
like something you could replace
will you stay?

Will you tighten your arms across my chest
to feel the beating of my heart
beneath that fragile shell,
curve of ribs inside their cage?

If in the morning
the light comes through the window
and presses its glow into the edges of my face
like something you could replace
will you stay,
anyway?

Will your lips climb to mine and
like a rose ever-blooming,
ever-reaching glide into a slender tree,
you pressed into me?

Tell me, love. If in the morning
the light comes through the window
will you stay
or will you go? Tell me, love.
I need to know. Tell me, love.
Tell me.

Notes on “In the Morning”

I wrote this poem as a play on an aubade — a “morning love song” or a poem about lovers parting in the morning. I’ve been a big fan of aubades since I learned about them, and I hope you enjoyed my take here.

If you’re interested in learning more about my February 2021 project “14 Poems of Love,” check out the intro here. I’ve challenged myself to create 14 love poems, one for each of the 14 days leading up to Valentine’s Day (more on that in the intro). If you enjoyed this poem, feel free to drop me a line about what you liked, or chat about anything else in the comments. As always, thank you so much for reading.

Pictures are from Unsplash, as usual, and designs were created on Canva.

Read the next poem of love — 14 Poems of Love No. 2 / I Could Convince You to Love Me

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