I spent the morning in bed

I spent the morning in bed
I spent noon there too
I pulled myself back into sleep,
afraid to be awake, but
restlessly turning over and over

I wrapped the sheets around me
I wrapped my mind in dreams;
your skin were under my hands,
the drip of your desire
on the tip of my tongue

Not even the taste of your sweat
can keep me comfortable calm
Anxiously, jealously, reality intrudes;
what was left unfinished this week
was left unfinished the last one too

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