Kisses when you think i'm sleeping
Deena Ochoa Stevenson
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When you wake up before me
But it's not quite yet time to get up And you pull me close Pressing your lips to my forehead While I'm somewhere between sleep and wake I can't yet move or speak I might not even manage a smile But there's never happiness purer Than these moments When I haven't yet remembered the bills we need to pay The to-do lists, deadlines, or appointments The bad news and injustices of the world There's only a warm bed You and me Maybe a cat or three And the joy of knowing your first early morning thought is to love me And mine to love you |
Anne-Marie Carr | Blue Black Dog | Tempera and Watercolor
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