First One Awake September 23, 2002 I'm wakened by the touch of night At day's sweet dying end of light I'm stroked awake by evening's breeze And brought to life in small degrees But I won't truly live until I find him by my side, so still A marble godling, fairest stone I cannot bear to wake alone In luck I'm blessed, at least this hour For he doth lie within my bower The auburn hair a tangled crest He knows not of its state, at rest I smooth those locks of fiery hue As often content lovers do I bend to kiss his lips awake He stirs a thirst I cannot slake I know not how he'll feel this eve If my desires will be received With welcome, or be pushed away If he will choose to go or stay Our home sits by the ocean side I ope the shuttered windows wide Let in the moonlight and the smell Of breaking waves that crash and swell Tropical flowers grow wild here And so does my sweet love, I fear I wish tonight he'll stay with me But I can only wait and see And so I wait for him to rise To open up his heavy eyes To see if he will kiss or fly So naught to do but hope, says I...