Awakening (poem)

Through dimly cast shadows,
     figures hushed in darkness
     fight the morning splendor;
amid the rustling of sheets,
     the oiling of limb on limb,
     the droll choir of bumps and squeaks,
laughter, transparent as glass,
     covers thin songs
     of passionate solitude--
in a curtained shaft of light,
     solitary motes blaze
     into stars, and silently
laze on photonic seas.