what rumpled clothes said

photo by Lauren Naylor ©
http://www.lnaylor.com/

cold early Spring spilling in through 
the window I insisted on leaving open...

look at you, remember 
who fell fast asleep 
after chasing 
and tasting 
your divine words 

and there you were 
chasing noon behind blinds 
you're unfurled 
over covers 
I slide spoon 
still sticky 
steal into 
your warm 
wade to sleep 
wait for you 
to wake me
aching 
again 
like me 
because 
I can't fall 
asleep lying 
next to you 


EJR ©