2015-2017 [25th revision]

i can’t get over the difference
between our mornings — the gut-reacting leaps into our own days;

my losing of time,
finding the corner created
by your nape and the bed

vs.

your immediate rise
the heat from you, fading
killing the kindness our bodies kept
while sharing a night.

i leave only to return,
wishing to the blue wells
in your eyes
to open

vs.

the questions your head confirms
pushing towards a morning rise
of answering to the only god
you’ll only allow yourself
to ever know.

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