mr grumpy sleeps,
nose a-whistlin, while a cat
tunnels through the tents
made by our bodies
and the duvet. cookie crumbs
gather in the crook
of my collar bone;
i lick a finger to pick
them up, and bask in
the radiance of
afternoon sun made better
by such laziness.
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This sounds familiar, as I listen to my fiance snore next to me, haha.
I like this.
these days have grown
infrequent for me, so when
they come i make sure and be
present.
within the crumbs
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