morning was when i sunned myself

beneath your sleeping smiles

i stepped out of bed into your slippers

+ left you, naked + craving a kiss

those august mornings brought smokey sunrises

+ bitter eggs on cold plates

when you asked if i slept well i replied

that even dreams did not make sleep worthwhile

i stepped outside on dewey grass

still aching from the weight of your arm

i wove pretends from smiles made flesh

but in the end was sunburnt

august 6 2003

banff ab