I imagine you
waking up hours before me,
your right arm, my pillow, sore.
You watch me stir
as I snuggle closer to your body
like a pea in a pod
Light crawls slowly through the blinds
your gaze a gentle prodding
waking me,
your sunrise.
I hate how you can say so much while saying so little. And I know I've said this to you before so at the risk of sounding generic, yun...
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