This Morning

This morning comes in a
toe curling.
It rolls over and around
Twisting sighs into
Soft lullabies
All thighs and thoughts of…
…Out.side?
No.
In.side
Stay in
The way this morning comes
In soft patters to the door
Gentle knocks and
Can I crawl in?
Yes.
crawl in
Stay in
This morning that
presses it’s face against your pane in steams that dream of nothing more than soft whirrings and this
a
single
toe
curling.

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