your legs under, dead asleep,
myself zonked out until the alarm leaped
when your thigh, flung across,
clamped mine. "No way,"
it said and clung with woman's might,
kept me down, you
in love-locked dispassion,
you the Turk
holding, ownerly tight,
knowing no other necessity after night's
pall, dim waning murk
of dawn, the lightening blue
morning...and grudging dispossession.
Had to fight
to gain my loss
into one more unmannerly day.
