inermis obedens, shyly

you’re a part of my routine now,
i’ve never been so good. but
you fit naturally, voice wrought
in honeyglow and bound by
a tender hold.

i feel selfish sometimes:
wanting you all to myself,
us alone
on the phone
before day
can crawl to
familiar dawn.

i want to be
wrapped
up in
more than
just sleep.

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