Poem 5 (Collection 3)

He rolls over towards me
under the white linen
in the morning sunlight,
still groggy from the whiskey of last night,
looks at me with half-shut puffy eyes
and smiles his infamous smile –
it could be easily mistaken for a smirk,
and I think to myself
God, this is what I want to
wake up to –
every day.
Amen.

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