we wake up before the morning comes and I start telling you about dinner like it’s six in the evening

The dishes were supposed to be put away
You served me tea in a beer glass
The severe light of morning climbed into our mouths making us say things that the sunshine says to the sky
Then night starts early
Like morning didn’t come
And you’re here in my arms, so safe in my arms, you know I’d never let anyone ever fucking hurt you don’t you? You must know that

You made me dinner when the morning came
I ate dessert at 3am after work slammed my subconscious into highway roadkill
With you, breakfast came late
With kisses lined up like multiple espresso shots
The dishes weren’t put away correctly
I find your presence is a prescription to my emotional debt
But why did you move my furniture around?
It’s morning time, wake up, wake up, I’ll kiss you until you feel like a real person again in my arms
Good night, good night, we will promise to wake up early to rearrange the furniture
Rearrange our future
Clean up your shit, you tell me
I tell you, you already have
Dreams come early like a buzzing of hot-summer-heavy lightning bugs that slither through the thick air
Buttery, you kiss my sweat and tears away like paint brushes paint the sky
In the night, I feel like a part of the dark blue world
Pitch Perfect Blue against the light that you bring forth like a star, so fucking luminous,
But did we buy enough groceries for the week?
Good night, again, I won’t let you leave my arms
The sunlight starts winking at us in bed
“I’ll help you make breakfast.”
But, first dinner.
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