I Day
always try waking Night by slowly kissing
his languid lips
with my first rays and twining pale light
round his lazy reclining.
I creep sinuously into Night\'s prostrated
stillness, glide through
his dreams and, seducing with soft
finger-movements,
I await his arousal.
Night without me would be inclined to
snooze time away
but I Day
douse his passion for inactivity.
An hour or two of early fore-play urges
on my inclination
before sunrise when work will call.
I feel my breast
heaving as dawns\'s dynamics surge
round my veins
so writhing with readiness I try again
but on failing
I Day
then push Night straight out of bed.