your alarm has gone off twice already
we said we’d wake up at 7:45
have coffee before work
instead you curl deeper into the fold of my arm
i would fight the temptation to follow suit
if not for your shampoo
pulling me back under the comforter
behind closed eyelids
the peak of a dry arizona mountain
with our boots hanging off the edge
both of us wrapped in forest green fabric
under a chuppah adorned with lantanas
two spoons digging into a pint of peanut butter ice cream
and two glasses of amaro on the couch
the birds are cawing
the day insists upon itself
as our eyes meet for the two thousand and fourteenth first time
