living in love

the morning bed

Slowly, gently, I backhand life's crumbs from our monogrammed nest

then,

tenderly, softly air out our dreamer's quilt to let it

float

back

down

settling it to snuggle sweetly on our feather-bedded love.

I deftly plump and arrange our whispered nights

and now,

I wait

for my prodigal heart.

 

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