ThisMorning (to Brandon)

Asleep you are

An ebony cat

Curled beneath dove

Gray linen which

Has twisted itself

Around you like

Silver crawling Ivy

I’ve excused myself

For coffee and

Words letting you

Sleep once I’ve

Expressed myself I

Shall crawl beside

You wrapping myself

Around like philo

Dough creating a

Puff pastry with

You as the

Creamy chocolate filling