A collection of poems by mike hackmer

| Our First Morning, Part One |

We've come to an amazing place

you and I


where saying words like "I love you" 

are inadequate and almost too reserved

to describe how we feel


where everything that needs to be said

can be done by our eyes alone


and in the morning tussle

through blankets


dodging the stretching fingers of sunlight

for full body stretches

and the true essence of morning.


I am reborn with you.