WHEN YOU WAKE ME
When you wake me, you wake me up to myself.
The innocence of your smile
caresses my eyes
and a tranquil hush remains with my skin,
until
you shake me and passion comes alive
in a subterranean mansion my soul erects.
Your touch transforms me into a being of light. I enter
through each of your pores, illuminating
treasures
buried beneath the core of your life.
I become a river, then, a torrent of sweat
that irrigates the sliver of earth
where we harvest life by the armful and
we grow old together
watching our children laugh and play.
Cubiyanqui 
Just sending you good wishes for your birthday — and a little support for the novel. Don’t forget…Publish or Perish!!
Happy Birthday!
Much love,
Andria, Lucy & Dylan
Thank you, Andria! I appreciate the support. It was great celebrating together!