could i love you once?


could i love you once
in the morning
when my love is fresh
still claiming
some of the dreamlike quality
from my sleep?
Almost on the edge
of a fantasy...
our awakening energies
conspiring against
the newly arisen
morning hours,
focussing our wills
and our almost animal
desires
on the freshly born
early creeping sunlight
that trickles
through our window
into our bed
across our eyes
as they squint 
in retaliation.
Our hands finding 
each other 
in the dim new 
dusk of daybreak 
and waking up
is bliss
and the rest
of this day
cannot compete
and will not
compare to this
if in the morning
I could love you, once..