Time; unchanging as the savannah
antelopes, brings morning. My slept eye
folds your blanketed form into memory,
the soft hiss of breathing
in the still dark room a melancholy music
too soon to fade as light invades this nest.
Swift sunlight steals shadows
that velvet your face and eyes flutter
chest rhythm falters, changes, stretches.
Observing your rising from dreaming; slow,
becoming mine again lifts lips in readiness.
Finally, your coalescence complete
you wordlessly greet me, gather me warm
into waited arms. Tomorrow already?
I agree, sad, mugged by each night
and rest's need. Our wending breaks me,
has me begging time, gemsbok fleet,
to grant me another sweet encore.