early morning and i

i am all business,
all grog and routine,
when,(surprise!)
my idle but insistent
front door laydream
demands my attention:
just relax,now recline(take these fingers
they once were mine/
frenzy this tongue,
it loves your brine)
let's-
take-
our-
time-
time?
TIME!
i leave without make-up,
and me,
or your taste of,
in the smirk
my face is made of.



© Sara Gaddis 2010