Daydream from Mornings Ago

I called out from the loft-top in your apartment 

and heard back the cars skid through rain and ice 

on the avenue below

Pictured them, the people with “things to do” and I

half-naked while you’re at work

content to do nothing at all,

not even to close my eyes and sleep

To want only this—

to wake up and feel the heartbeat heavy 

from chosen exhaustion

Eyelids opening at the presence of you,

in the absence of this winter morning