Pre-Coffee Sniffs: An Unpoem.

When morning up-n'-waves, I would have you come in. Dont pause at the window, please-
The curtains were drawn by people who deslike crowing cocks:
[Ah. That said with a wry glint; I despise blondes and knock-knocks]
Who wear socks to keep out chill starlight-
Who kiss their wives on birthdays, unsmiling
[Only the cake showing signs of a lovebite.]

But I, I would have you come in, striding-
The roll of your hips, the gentle quiver of your cellulite, that
In your pride you carry
like a briefcase of birdsong.

You'd look at my damp skin with an indulgent smile, and then
Sit down, drying out the scarlet gaspings of the night;
Hanging them up in cloud-lines above the sleepy joggers and the delayed Indian Expresses...

...You'd wipe the questions from the angles of my eye, and drag my mind out
Into the heat of dosas and
Politics and
Schedules and
5 year plans.

Donne must've had a hangover, for-
[Love and passion despite-]

I would have you come, O Sunne, because I like what you teach in the light of the morn:
That there are more colours than purple, and tongues that carress still have much to say,
That I must
Get out of bed for.