A Discourse With Sun

I grumble at the Sun’s tender kiss upon my forehead

Implore Him to bring His lighthearted sonnets

To other doors

“Awaken, my love” He whispers laying down beside me

I open one hazy eye-He is fair but

Slumber appears fairer!

He smiles a smile that might have brought

Another woman to her knees

I value my sleep!

He steals kisses, imposes His presence

Upon an eye, a lip, a cheek

He honors the hand that is territorially stretched

Across the second pillow in a manner that says

“I adore you. Adore me back or I shall wither.”

Adore me at another time. You have your kiss. Go.

“Cruel woman, the world outside is waiting

For your honey greeting. Do not you care

That my heart is breaking?”

Do not you care that I am sleeping?

Come bother me another time

Eyes that reflect Gehenna he points at me

I turn my body with a sigh

My mother comes bearing coffee

Bidding me to rise

Persistent lover, victory is thine. 

Reviews

[kmartell]

the sun is so direct, i could feel the sun on my face, the pillows, the morning sun

[Larry Dyson]

love the retreat into "mother bearing coffee"

[Robin]

A.A. Poetry , leaving this one with a smile