you perch like a gargoyle

you perch like a gargoyle,
toes tucked secure
around the edge of the chair.
i watch you struck by morning light
(almost
violently
but
also gentle)
and i stir, finally,
among your gypsy quilts
and mountainous pillows.
i am going to
borrow your world,
if you'll
only
give me permission.
(i will do it sweetly,
almost
violently
but
also gentle.)