POETRY: Purgatory Chasm

you know those mornings of course you do when you wake
with the light as it creeps along the south of the room opening your
eyes without opening them feeling his arm draped across your
back protecting and possessing and grasping for you
all at once the weight of it a feeling that will stay with you
all morning as you dress as you eat as you walk along the cliffs with your
dog in a wind so strong it snatches your hat and throws it in the green gray sea