All I see, is you.

I will hold you in the eleventh hour.

The darkest of nights, 

the earliest of mornings.

We will get lost for a good hour, 

tangled up in these soft sheets.

Bodies conjoined by our hands, 

our fingers entwined and 

lost in each other.

How can I ever tell you that

mornings lack meaning if they are not spent

wrapped up 

in your presence.

How can I ever tell you that I love 

hearing you groan like a child at the alarm clock,

and falling 

into deep slumber again.

All I can hear is your shifty feet 

under the covers.

Slow, relaxed pulse 

beating against the veins that track your arms.

All I see, is you.

Your dazed eyes struggling 

to stay open,

every stolen second breathing.

Just breathing.

The fragility in your voice 

when you say 

"good morning babe".

The way your hair falls, 

framing your face ever so perfectly.

The scars that 

illustrate your story 

without needing you to part your lips.

Tell me all the things you welled up inside.

Break down those walls for a mere moment, and

let me in.

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