Early
morning
finds us
awake,

stirring like
pirate children
crawling up
and under
the sheets
of our bed.

I bow to
the weather
in your eyes,

I submit to
your hurricane
smile

and fall
softly back
to bed to
your
gentle seaside
breeze down
the back of
my neck.

we celebrate
the hunger
of our
bodies as
we roll and
tumble in
love across
the morning
sky,

only stopping
to catch
our breath
with deep
kisses shared
openly with
one another.

quarter to
eight and
I stumble
out of
bed,

wondering how
could I
ever leave
this paradise
behind.

and then
I raise your
*** to
me,

and work
will have
to wait
for another
life time

not mine.

at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going