Alice Wyatt
My Favorite Time
Night
crawling into our bed
my feet cold as ice
giggles under covers
bodies curve like spoons
cats fold behind our knees
breath finding rhythm
tempo of peace
I sleep
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I wake
alarm jangles
calling you - not me
greedy limbs fill warm space
your scent on the pillow
but the blankets, all mine
sweet good-bye kisses
lull me back to sleep
Day
