The morning slowly cuts my ties to dreamland,
visions dissipating as my sleep-laden eyes
open to daylight. It is a ******, our greatest
enemy, gratingly kind as it greets
us and peers in on me stirring in the folds of your

arms. Once again, the hours have eluded my control
and soon I must become a slave to the
the menial and routine. Dread creeps
in my stomach, contaminating my calm. Stubborn,
I linger, my fingers pressing into your cotton-soft

skin, always comforting to the touch. I am swathed
in repose and security, as my body contours
into yours. Longing to linger battles my commitments;
evidence of your hold on me. Reluctant, I press my lips
to your cheek, softly groaning as I wrench myself from

your strong frame. Goodbyes with us never seem
to get easier, and the days always lag. I constantly
dream of coming home to crawl atop your body
as you pull me into you, the keeper of my dreams and qualms,
unabashed witness to my tears, my immovable, ever-faithful

bed.