May I not perch
on your window sill
and glimpse your creased forehead
and guess your last dream?
I promise, I will fly away into the dawn.
May I not ride
down a gleaming ray
and tickle your eyelids
and kiss you awake?
I promise, I will not stay too long.
May I not slide
into your morning papers
and peek at your face
and follow your gaze?
I promise, I will not leave my far corner.
May I not melt
into your dark coffee
and float up the steam
and whisper you a secret?
I promise, I will not cloud up your eyes.
May I not have just a bit of your morn?
