morning song

The dawn slips in as we’re sleeping. Now
We wake to an awkward elbow of light,
It’s grey. Your yawn is the cat’s meow.
My touch recites the lessons of the night.

Your skin is a poem I’d like to learn.
I’m dazed, amazed. I let the toast burn
And the coffee go cold. You fold the sheets.
We talk, eat. The pause is the phrase we repeat.

First the flesh feast, the break fast. Then we leave
For home, class. A squeal of schoolgirls on the bus
Crank up the radio and then discuss
The merits of “Crazy In Love”.
My smile is the scar of sarcasm withheld.
But when we hold hands I think
We’re children ourselves.