Morning, please don’t have already arrived.
I’m tired and can barely open my eyes.
Let me stay in this foetal position,
my body won’t move and to my head
Yet through the curtains I can feel the
Persuading me gently it’s time to embrace the day
I need an excuse, something tangible
to stay in bed
I reach across and still feel the pillow indented by
You, like me don’t want to rise.
Don’t want to wake, and open your eyes.
Only one thing left then that we can possibly do.
Is under the covers have a cuddle or two.