Stepping from the shower
Without your morning clothes
you are merely nude.
Without your make up, there you are naked.
Wandering the room unarmored,
in your curlers is so much more.
Without your eyeliner
Is something more than without your bra.
Your bare face is so tender without your eyebrows
Your unpowdered belly kindles something so keen, so mortal
It makes me want to fuck.
Without your lipstick to meet the people you will greet
your unreddened lips are something more
Maddening than that hole in your panties.
Your untailored hair aloft like wind blown weeds above
That unconsummated longing in your bare morning eyes
As you bring me cookies
Climbing into the precious wild field of our unmade bed
Spreading, wide and green in the morning sun
Opening for a feast.