Morning, please don’t have already arrived.
I’m tired and can barely open my eyes.
–
Let me stay in this foetal position,
my body won’t move and to my head
won’t listen
–
Yet through the curtains I can feel the
sun’s rays.
Persuading me gently it’s time to embrace the day
–
I need an excuse, something tangible
to stay in bed
I reach across and still feel the pillow indented by
your head
–
You, like me don’t want to rise.
Don’t want to wake, and open your eyes.
–
Only one thing left then that we can possibly do.
Is under the covers have a cuddle or two.
