The Best Part of Waking Up

My triptych beauty,
my siren’s song.
I climb in your bed
when you are gone
and wake up to
your perfect face,
your curves abound
your warm embrace.
I want to live like this
for years,
despite my pain and
all my tears.
I stroke your hair
as you drift off.
My triptych beauty,
my siren’s song.

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