Scented Sweater

ain't nothing,
better
in the early morning
light
when I'm alone,
and I need
to feel, you .
take you up,
in my hands
from that disheveled
place
where you landed,
last night
press,
you close
to my face
and inhale
all slow....
and there,
you appear
out of a pre-dawn
nowhere
and I tingle,
wide awake
in panoramic,
rewind time.
dizzyingly divine
is the knit,
to my cheek
in my arms
on my neck,
and you fall,
a trembling length
and in tandem,
we land....
and in half asleep
reverie
my alarm clock
finds me,
on the bathroom floor
draped still,
in
you. Chrissie 11.29.06