six a.m. four [poetry]

I love the way sleep slowly dwells in his eyes

his smile unguarded as I emerge from old linen

nude save for sunbeam lace and the dust of kisses

gentle murmurs drifting between wooden window beams

framing a world distant from our own

a bliss of spiced coffee cups and tender hearts

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