this is the shit

this is the shit

day is closing
dusk is quick and chasing us
sunset and the day is made.
sundown
and we are yawning
in chairs we have made easy
it is nighttime
it is all good
or this is the shit.
completely wrapped at sundown
rolled together in the night
rolling back and forth
close enough we breathe each others dreams
it seams
it seems
breathe and roll and stretch
then loose the sheets and sleep real deep.
dawn is like
a doorbell
rested
it is good to be awake
how sweet it is to find my covers on your side of the bed
and have to take them back.
say good morning
and send the dark away
over several cups of stong black coffee
daylight may be present
but that devil dusk is already winking
and we are winking back
yes
this is the shit.