I. Sheets crumpled into shadow blossoms, you and I curled together under the glow of my alarm clock. Breathing to the rythm of your heartbeat as I try again desperately to juggle all my eggs into my hundreds of different baskets. II. You make me the best you make me the worst you make more or less feel the last of first. Don't you know so many have lain, curled in the folds of my caring sleeping in my arms? III. I watch you dress groping for your socks, then the door. kiss me goodbye as you zip your jeans. I hear your motor start outside and curl naked and quiet deep in my covers Trying again. not to make any plans. Or drop any eggs. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved