i love you

in the afternoons

when the day is bright

and blazing and a little

overwhelming,

flowing with the

torrents and the

undercurrents

of passion. i love

you then. but in the

mornings, those mourning

soliloquies of dark

circles and chapped lips

and the slow quiet rising

sun

creeping up

on the stagnant ultramarine,

i do not love you then.

.

(i need some time to

myself, after all.)