Sleeping In


I’m not used

to waking up

With sunlight

in my eyes.

I’m used to being

greeted by the dark.

I’m used to being

long gone

before your eyes are open,

not here,

looking at you

while the birds sing.

There’s something

about sleeping in with you

that feels to me

like I’m extending

a joyful middle finger

to the world.

Crawl back under the covers,

hold you close

and feel your

smooth warmth against me.

This is opulence,

and decadence,

and I love

every second of it.



HG – 2021

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