Your body bows with the morning. Breathing sleepy. Dewy skin and heavy eyes. I understand you.
There are some kind of souls who try and pluck out all the worth from each day.
But in this morning I am unruffled.
Loved like caterpillar in a mason jar. No need to be free, just yet.
But loved.
And
Collected in my sheets.
Alone. Surrounded by the echoes of the sunrise. The noises outside my window call out like children lost in malls. I don’t want to be found.
Your simplicity amazes me. I spent a night with the you from years before, curling in your sheets. Thinking of how I was making up for lost time I had no real need to go back to.
We ate tangerines and I watched the rinds fall from your fingers. Slowly. Like the tendrils of my hair as you pushed them from my face. As I wake I feel indifference towards the warm bones I’ve tangled myself in. No unrequited love or scorned heart.
Just skin.
Just morning.
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