I wake up to his hand on the small of my back.
Like a paperweight, holding me in place.
I shiver, and
He wraps himself around me.
Warm arms, and
cold knees.
My parted lips, and
His chest.
Enmeshed.
I can feel his breath.
Warm and thick
In the crook of my neck.
His beard.
Soft bristles
That tickle.
And our fingers,
leave gooseflesh,
Not prints.
Outside,
Dawn stretches.
Slowly, lifting the dark shroud of night.
Like a magician.
Ta-da!
And I want to lie here,
Forever.
Until the sun supernovas
The stars fade away.
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