Feel your hands reach my head and tousle my hair.
Your tiny fingers, I would thrust against my cheeks
Reading temperatures; who's warmer.
It was always me, you called me a burning sun,
I was shining on, you crazy diamond,
We Wedged at the edge of the morning,
trying to loosen things up and emerge
Reaching to untuck, untuck the cloistered sheets
So your legs could reign free on mine
My femur burning on top of yours, angling my feet,
So I could tease your toes, scratch them like a kittens
Freight trucks moaning in the far distance
And to hear you say "I had a good sleep, baby"
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