Morning

Take my picture
When the light is low
My hair waves upon the pillow
Babe in my heavy arms

Watch the sway of my hips
In that oversized bathrobe
Sipping coffee
Chopping herbs
Listening to the vapor of your breath
Catch in your warm throat

Sit with me
While I read in a low voice
Messy hair and acoustic guitar adornment
Slow, sweet company

To the men who have loved me
Paint me in your tender hands
And think me soft enough
The way I am

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