I am almost rigidly opposed
to
almost nothing in the morning
caffeine I think is the drug of opening
eyes it seems

now when night arises her dark eyes sultry
to
at most cool the sun baked fields softening
the horizons

hasten a day into dreams soft and curling
up
as a soft kitten purrs on your feet
I get cautious

so much so I envy the
broad
appeal of those dark eyes on my
last zeal

I claim all of her dark
night
take her as my bride
so all

of you hands off the
dark
she is mine and will be
I close

my eyes
finally