.Sunglasses In Bed.

Grasshopper glances are not fair so early in the morning

When the footprints of my dreams have not yet faded.

My smile is still fresh,

My palms outstretched,

and I forget, again,

to wear sunglasses.

At night I say, 'You can stay here all day,

tangling your breath with mine. I promise you

coffee, gollywog black,

and arctic showers,

Just as long as you leave me

More broken lemon tree branches,

And don't mind if I wear

sunglasses in bed.'