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watching you get ready in the morning
head upside down–letting your hair
be frozen paint-drips from your head–toweling off
your face is still asleep your foot slips–standing in your fisherman pants
with morroccan slippers–limber muscles on strong shoulders–crouched down
looking for today's t-shirt–thru a freshly scrubbed face–and half-open eyes
black t-shirt meets black sweatpants–your calves exposed
brown skin–shiny with suntan–morroccan slippers give way to black sandals
with wild black hair–today's outfit is complete–same as everyday
but today–I've written down how beautiful you are

how the entire ordeal of watching you
prepare for the day is as much my alarm
as the swirl outside–as you brush your mane
I begin my day