Nicotine Dreams
7 a.m.
you cuddle nude in my bed
snug as a bug between pillows,
as though you belong there,
while I sit
at this kitchen table
and choke down bits of bagel
between shots of Jack Daniels,
last night
you wanted love,
I just wanted to lose myself
inside the ache of your skin,
this morning I sit and stare
at your naked legs and breasts
and wait for you to wake
to decide
if you will still want
what you think we may have found.
6 a.m.
morning breeze
flicks her ribbon hair
beneath the thin crack
of the bedroom door,
squeals as she scrapes
her tender spine
on the splintered edges
once in,
she loops and swirls
her tangled hair
in loose circles around
the hairs of my naked
waking chest,
like your fingers
had you been here
instead of just me wishing
that you were
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