Hello, morning.

Hello, morning, rising chilly through the floor.

Climb up my legs and lay your

calm

cool

palm

there

on my belly.

Stop the churning.

Don’t stop long, though,

don’t stop there.

Keep climbing.

Grip my neck,

kiss it trailing with your prickling breath;

squeeze the passion out

so it rings smoky fragrant round my head,

so it dances away from me across

your stiffening air.

Let’s do this together, morning,

you and I.

Sting the tears into my eyes

and drink them back again.

Remind me that you’ve been and you will be;

though all that has come with you

lies in state behind,

still you return.

You return,

not forever,

but tomorrow.