Slow Mornings

Grab me, touch and lick

Me. Wouldn’t that be

Nice? Wouldn’t that be

The day? Of course.

 

 I’ll want

You more with each day,

Never saying, “It’s time

For you to go.”

 

I’d always

Fancy you say, “Here, babe.”

Hold onto me, and touch my hand.

5/1/13

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