Morning

I am the morning
kiss me
you are beautiful sprawled there
all angles and tangles
beautiful as an unsuspected
moon now stretched long as the  
shadow you think I make for you
long as my longing to slide
the yellow swords of my
body beneath your sheets
long as my longing to
insinuate like a bird into your
ear long as my longing
to fill you with the verb of
tumbling water
don't wake right away don't
be so diligent let me press
my lips to your night-long
drowning and draw you
up one more time like a
forgiven diver.
it’s a kind of lovemaking
this burglary from the night.
I will stay a minute longer
tomorrow & longer the next
until you carry me like
a spinning sun in your chest
until Fall arrives with its dying
leaves. it is then that you
will remember me most dearly
how I touched your face
how I pointed you home.