birds wake me up always,
birds and sunlight no matter
how much alcohol or how
little sleep.
i'd rather wake up with you
than anywhere else even
on this tiny couch
cramped and fetal.
your breath smells like cigarettes and
we both smell like sweat and
probably booze and
i want to kiss you anyway on the lips
but don't.
you shudder and shift,
relax and snore and
i hold you tighter and
drift half to sleep,
kiss your neck
soft.
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