Some Mornings
Some mornings he is next to me
Some mornings he is inside me
Some mornings I hold on to him
Some mornings I hold on to something of him
Some mornings we refuse to let go
Some mornings I refuse to let go
Some mornings winter keeps us in
Some mornings I tickle his chin
Some mornings I wake up without him
Some mornings its just a dream
Some mornings I probe him deep
Some mornings he sings me to sleep
Some mornings we have pillows to keep score
Some mornings I wake up screaming for ‘more’
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