World dissolves

A chilly breeze
snuck past the blanket,
and waves of sunshine were cascading
over your nose
as you awoke.

Welcome, mystery! --
but faintly, groggily,
your grin-creased cheeks
chattered in defense of overgrown gardens.

Love?
Too trite a word,
too passe,
to convey what happened
as the boundaries separating you
and this drafty house crumbled.

There's a pot of coffee,
when you're ready,
a poorly-rolled cigarette,
and a few grandiose plans
I'd like to share.

Let's make for the coal-burnt horizons,
even if it takes skinned knees
to find our friends
in train yards or on highway embankments,
every place the world dissolves
we'll take fragile root.

Dedicated to Kirsten Brydum [January 22 1983 - September 27 2008]