7:39 A.M

You love me a little better in the mornings

before your insecurities awake and

taint your sleepy innovations;

shorter breaths before the stretch,

our legs locked, my arm pressed

underneath your head scarf

you look more peaceful with

silkened skin, rested, uncovered...

i often see your dullest hour

facing fierce the raft of a woman slighted,

still i adapt in order to capture the golden

moments where, we are all that matters

in both the busy of the land

and the calm of fantasy.

Dom S. Flagg