SINCE YOU AWAKE

Since you awake
from a first light
lingering in a change of time
without sugar in a latte
in a huge coffee cup
this early November
listening to Dusty Springfield
as we turn the clocks back
remembering the pastimes
with an English muffin
in a darkness of mirror
with undisclosed lips
of my favorite singer
to bond with ideas
and clouds of wishes
for a recital of a love band
on your sleeping arms
in a corridor of mums
from a yellow bouquet
grafted in your hair
in carriages of limbs
from dahlias of fragility
and sax sirens of exile
ready for an urban read
now extricated in cold air
from undisclosed robes
of keenly suited observation
sharing my chilled out riffs
from a taxi cab window.