I Want to Wake Up Where You Are.

A poem to no one in particular:

 

I want to wake up where you are,

Beneath shared sheets and borrowed blankets,

On pillows of the roughest linens

or the softest downs.

 

I want to wake up where you are,

When dawn spills its light through cracked curtains

And stirs us awake.

 

I want to wake up where you are.

Your locks of hair, covering my face

Your perfumes enveloping me

like early morning mist over the ground.

 

I want to wake up where you are,

wherever that is — what troubles we face

What horrors may come, what happiness

And bliss.

 

I want to wake up where you are.

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