Original Poetry: Aubade

Spritely glimmers play
in the shadows of Venetian blinds
        cast upon the far wall.
I’m too awake and all elbows
and angles – perpendicular
to still slumbering you.

I wish to fold into myself
as a pocket, as sea anemones
        do in their dappled world.
        Or better, to collapse in as a cat –
dismissing this early hour
          with half-closed eyes,
          my body retracing your thigh.
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