waking up begins with
i. counting the freckles
along your shoulders
like an astronomer maps
constellations; then get
distracted andii. make love between the
sheets and perhaps
roll off the bed and land
on the cold floor laughing
with sparkling teeth,iii. brush them in the
bathroom sink and
exchange small smirks in
the mirror because your
tousled bedhead is just so
goddamniv. gorgeous, you whisper as you
close the clasp of my
diamond necklace and touch
my bare, unfreckled shoulders.
the heat of your eyes may
just undo the zipper of my
new redv. dress pooling on the floor, we
just can't contain ourselves.
don't make me late for work.
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Rocket Fizz
PoetryA collection of decidedly bad poems written by yours truly Surprisingly not really about space