Oh, foolish Catullus – have you not heard?
Your lover Lesbia gave you the bird!

The shades
by your
bedroom
windows
blow
in rhythm
to the
early
morning
sky.

and the
anticipation
of the
moment
when
you first
awake,

comes to
me like
a siren
dream.

and it
may just
be a
Monday
morning
to the
rest of
the world
but not
to us.

this moment
is everything.

and the
true
beauty
of the
day.

is the
moment
you first
awake.

and i
look over
to you
and witness
the sun's
first coming
into your
eyes.

and I
feel

warmth.

and my
coffee
lies
cold

upon
our kitchen
table.

till noon.