window facing east
& morning light falls gently
on my face
blinds drawn & sleeping late
still, i love the remnants
of time
shimmering — cast this&thatway
across the bedspread
& falling to the floor
wanting something more
to belong
the promise of morning light
does not discriminate
all bent backwards & happy days
draped across each bare shoulder
(soft long fingers
gripping the future)
good mornings look good on you