6:00 a.m. Run

This is an old one, but will always remain a personal favorite, as it was after the very first happening in a very changing time in my life.

When the gossamer grayblue
Slides diagonally in
And when the only witnesses
Are silent silver barbells

When even our tangled breaths
Freeze lazily in 6:23 frost
And when matted boyishness pokes
Sheepishly from mannish forehead

When the world sleeps as
Rosy cheeks kiss downy pillows
When the world lays dead and cold
Naked trees like shivering china cupboards

We are the chill that stirs and
Ruffles grayblue duvets
My rosy cheek very much awoken
Kissing the downy pillow of yours.