I have to say I like these hours of morning best,

When the sunlight pours in the cracks of

the open window beside your open bed,

When you’re still lost in the lands of dreams…

There’s a faint happiness in your face,

Eyes closed, you have escaped awareness,

Which I consider your biggest burden,

& I’m happy to see you relieved of this

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Sure enough, given enough dawn light

you’ll return to your familiar scenes,

Wake up to put on the clothes you wear,

like armor, like a shield to make you stable

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You don’t have to be like that with me,

I’ll take you the way you are, preferring

the vulnerability & hope in your nakedness,

In my own dreams, I hope to see yours

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I have to say I like these hours of morning best,

When you slip in & out of the here & now

I’ll rub the sleep from your sullen eyes,

I’ll put my kisses & hands on your body

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Hoping to keep you in only the places,

Just the spaces, where you can be free.