7x7

He is unpeeled of his sheets and shaken,
and dreaming harder against the day,
deflecting light and movement
that would break his focus
Sleepy inflates her memory and swings it.

Bashful pretends to be sleeping too.

Murderous in the brow-bump,
yes striated with fury
and hairs knitting to hairs
in the fleshly folding--
Menaced by clouds,
upchurned by coffee,
Grumpy, not with whom to be trifled,
grieves her.

But some conventions keep.
Happy can’t hold it back.
Dopey is unaware,
and Doc frets over Sneezy as before.

While meanwhile underneath
her transparent
covering she tans beyond
apellative convention.