you leave me abed
with only the echo of your warmth...
my heart, sleepily bereft.
but my body, mindful
of opportunity stretches,
rolls over to sleep a few hours more.....
before waking to start the cool winters morn..
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
you leave me abed
with only the echo of your warmth...
my heart, sleepily bereft.
but my body, mindful
of opportunity stretches,
rolls over to sleep a few hours more.....
before waking to start the cool winters morn..
ben, left the warm bed at 3am. to go further up the coast for four-five days for work.... my heart misses him
my body glories in the expanse of a bed all to oneself...
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