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.)