~ a poem ~

You’re beautiful when you wake up.
Sleep crusted corners of your eyes
Rank breath
Hand over your mouth, giggling
“Ugh, don’t. Gross. Not yet.”
“Don’t care.”
You’re beautiful when you wake up.

You’re beautiful when you wake up.
Hair mushed
Pink pillow lines on your face
Stiff neck waiting for my skilled hands
And that groan as your whole body
tenses, then relaxes.
You’re beautiful when you wake up.

You’re beautiful when you wake up.
Dried drool painting roots on your chin
Scratchy voice not yet warmed up
“Hey you.”
“Morning love.”
You’re beautiful when you wake up.

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