BEFORE THE DAY BREAKS

All and most all ways    there is a kind of a sort of a motion

When I look at you and I do
Taste the silk and silver on you to find
One of you in hiding from one of me to be
A posture keen to be akin to you and me

The air in slow vibration    lingers

In the wake of your sigh soaring in kind
Of what says ever who tells never so ready
For caressing waves of fever threading through
The shudders of your fingers seizing mines

You turn around and ask    if I am     and if well

I lean back and ask if I may and if you care
For a coffee and how would you like your eggs and if well
They can scramble on the sunny side or just be easy over with
Then the morning, the rain, the birds in the rain, and the busses running late

We can just stop and hold      not move and watch

How the world sighs and trembles and pants its way
Looking not our way but the other way
Sliding through back alleys, whirling down the streets, whining in ecstasy
While feeding on faded spoils of strayaway’s

You fell asleep I fell awake, I am watching you while I wait