I Would Rather Be Absent Than Late

If I were to wake up to you—

I would be late every day.

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Your grip, like a pillow fort,

would hold me down with

a mellifluous voice

whispering—not yet.

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From behind, you would

hold me tightly as if

you were trying to keep me

warm from winter

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and nuzzle your nose

to my neck to breathe a zephyr

that would send warm snow

down my spine.

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I would turn to see

your ethereal eyes

and oneiric smile

and stay with you.

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