only in the morning

at first it bothered you
how she only
wanted to make love in the morning.
what was wrong
with noon,
or midnight, or any other hour
besides seven a.m.,
she'd kiss you goodnight,
wearing her long vanilla dress,
bring in a glass
of water before turning
off the light,
as if you were a child,
then going to her own room,
to her own bed
down the hall
where she almost couldn't
hear you breathing.