The sun creeps in
The room to find us
But we are hidden
In the darkness
Beneath the sheets
A tangle of limbs
Of arms and feet
The room begins
To swim with light
And signifies
The end of night
But still I lie
Here and remain
Warm and content
Inside the frame
Of your arms bent
I could spend
All my days here
Between your ear
And your sweet face
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