For Days of Dawn Sleep

Still thinking still revising still having fun with this one so I'll burden you with another draft.

“For Days of Dawn Sleep”

And the birds are my friends.
Perhaps deserving something
of an ode, or something less.

Morning cappuccino coupling
up to another late night, and your
photo-snapping warming
me up more than the small croissant. Thanks

thanks for keeping my progression
progression going because you know
part of me clings
to my fiveyearsfromnow me to
hold me still in the present
to make—excuse me—tarnishing blemishing glances
my skin tickling itself binging on conversations
and something in the back of my head feeling
the need to purge every morning of you
know what luscious pains au chocolat
too much caffeine shaking me
just a little too much. Thanks

thanks for making now a bit
more secure by helping to allow
it to shrink against a future.