I awaken —> her face, eyes of
                 innocence
I sleep —> her warmth
         The union of body and spirit
                 in her,
The experience of being wrapped
         in living warmth
                 of love
                 of passion
This morning I awoke to a new beauty
This morn I awoke to true beauty
         A new feeling, explosive
                         zesty
                         giddy
                         gleeful
                         indomitable joy
         In her, —
I awoke.

The first of 2 poems found on a handwritten sheet.