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