Wednesday, May 11, 2011

On Waking.


one eyebrow lifted
squint-fighting sun sticky
hot her chest
blazing, Morning! sweat
Shut resist
this chaste
happy abeyance laid

on us
smirks retain
teasing donnas.
Can spot nutty eyes ‘neath her lids.

Sure she’s gone round the bend
But why not And also
Who says dawn is brilliant?