22 May 2012

breakfast



I sleep, restless though
not used to a hand
on my body, it travels
wanders and holds
as if I might leave
to keep connection
while we sleep
until You hold
both of my hands
above my head
against the pillow
it is enough to stir me
Your eyes smile
when I open mine
and You grab
my hair gently
guiding me to
Your Morning wood
for breakfast

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