I will wake up before the alarm
swimming through sleep's fatty layers
to the skin, the armor
of my new day
to toast and tea,
kitty cat sirening hello
when child is gone
it will be time to sort and fight
through the rest of it,
things neglected and unclean,
and the necessity of sleep
longing for a day of dreams
when the promise of Lover
is worth keeping
my eyes open.
