now awake....
this morning is
.. .brittle
grass crunches,
beneath slippered feet.
newspaper, slick and cold.
in the bird bath,
a clingwrapping of ice.
the cat, stiff legged and
complaining for the
internal sun...
grumpyboys in doonas,
eating porridge and
watching animated things.
sun just playing catchup.
shadows now, stubbornly long and windows fogged
with warm breath.

autumn....
slipsliding into winter...
on brittle morning's ice.

Do I move you?
Do I beat your heart's percussion in my All-Star's allegro rhythm?
Do I make you wonder
while you lie alone, thinking of my fingers
on your skin,
in your hair,
discovering your beautiful
secret places?
Do I touch you?
Do  I linger in your mind like last nights whiskey?
Do I hold you
enraptured
in the sway of my hips?
the tilt of my lips?
Do I make you breathe
deepsighs
when I've been gone too long?
Do I remind you of half hidden fantasies
when I look at you
bedroom eyes, bedroom hair, bedroom voice,
inconsequential syllables
slipsliding their way down your spinal column?
I bet I do...