Wallowing in rolling under the covers
only very slowly awaking from slumbers,
half way between Morpheus and Aletheia
my eyes were still closed when the first
thought of you crawled into the warmth
of my morning bed. Serendipitous encounter
forged by your last night’s cajoling words,
lured yet reluctant to give in too swiftly
I thwart the voicing of my impulse, convincing
myself that if I wait a little longer
this blazing fever will clemently abate.
As I settle for the amiable embrace of sunbeams.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
Wallowing in rolling under the covers
only very slowly awaking from slumbers,
half way between Morpheus and Aletheia
my eyes were still closed when the first
thought of you crawled into the warmth
of my morning bed. Serendipitous encounter
forged by your last night’s cajoling words,
lured yet reluctant to give in too swiftly
I thwart the voicing of my impulse, convincing
myself that if I wait a little longer
this blazing fever will clemently abate.
As I settle for the amiable embrace of sunbeams.
On morning imagination