Sunday Morning

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Contributor: Lynn Cooper

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Like the still
Autumn day outside
my body is calm
a soft smile defines my lips.
I want to hold
this feeling
longer than
our arms and legs
Longer than
your scent stays
on my sheets.
Long enough
to erase years of
Sunday mornings
when I lay alone
feeling like winter
would never leave.

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Lynn Cooper is a published poet and former New Yorker, who now resides in Florida.
Her poetry has appeared in print anthologies in both states, as well as online.


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