good morning

you left

the curtains open:

morning shocks the silence

writhing

in the knot of my jaw-

shadow’s body

shrinking with dawn

wouldn’t it be nice-

sweet, sweet silence-

ever so nice-

to lie in the darkness

and feel the darkness

as the darkness

instead of you

across my skin

to feel the rise of sunset

cast dawn’s shadow

across my lips

rather than yours:

part of me

at long last

your part of me

parting.