The alarm calls for the beginning of day
yet the sun hasn't crested the horizon.
I roll to see your slumbering face...
Just five more minutes.
I run my hand through your soft hair,
listen to the resulting sigh.
Day rings out yet again.
Just five more minutes.
Foreheads kissing, I close my eyes
a smile creases your lips.
We nestle against daybreak's passing
Just five more minutes.
Redundant labor beckons.
We would abscond afar
burning tracks as we go,
for just five more minutes.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
