Thursday, April 26, 2012

Morning

Morning light peeks through the slated rented blinds
The sheets are smooth in some areas,
rumpled from warm bodies in others
My eyes blink slowly as I shift my hips
My left hand is interwined with his,
he sleeps still and when he feels me shift,
his fingers tighten around mine,
desperate not to let me go.
I squeeze his hand,
kiss his cheek,
and slowly rise from bed,
turning off the alarm.

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