Monday, September 14, 2009

In the Morning

the slow creep of the day comes through your roomtrying not to wake us too soon
you stir in your sleep and pull me close
soon enough i feel your toes
wiggle their way in through the sheets on my shins
your hands find their way up to my chest
you tell me to lay back and rest

stubble on your chin makes little marks
i feel your lips part
against mine, under the sheets we find
a world that we can hide inside
we don't have to get up, the day will wait for us
i can see that you light up when we touch

somehow, some way, every morning will be like this
somewhere, some day, we won't have to live without this

through the cotton i watch you rise up
we'll never have enough
you ask me to come with you and i
feel everything at once
as your eyes open wide and much too soon it subsides
you don't say a word, you just lie there smiling

somehow, some way, every morning will be like this
somewhere, some day, we won't have to live without this


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