You are sprawled in a happy accident
Ankles still entangled with mine
My body is heavy with hard, companionable sleep
Yet I space the sheets and haul myself
Over onto the rise of your broad back
Tease the back of your neck
Much to your agreeable chagrin
Hold me responsible—hold me at all
I have been waiting for hours
For you to tell me good morning
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