my darling of three spring times
climb in with me, in the morning early
when woke from dreaming or from birdies chorus
And I fold you into me.
The coldest parts of you,
though torture to my sleep warm flesh,
I suffer gladly
to make you warm again.
Your frozen feet allowed to
kick into my doughy tum
your hands, reach for my armpits
this I allow.
Your face so close to mine I cannot see you
but for furry colours
a wide line of pink for mouth
set in a peachy frame
I breathe your breath
it clogs my lungs and makes
me roll my eyes in panic
as I open my lids and look and you, hearing the ungluing too
little slits, showing sleepy sloes
the pink spreads slowly o’er your face