Come...knock on my door

...dawn...

It doesn't matter, that many still slumber

Chasing that elusive dream... a wonderland of images unreal.

It doesn't matter that pillows tight clasped and duvets crumpled,

Naked forms keep company while the sun begins to peak.

It doesn't matter that there be no rush

 ....for me...

I cannot help but greet the dawn 

I cannot help but, be all dressed...to tease.... suggestive...

For, your knock on my door,

Comes.... before the morn.

RB.