Slowly he wakes to welcome the morning
Flesh still frozen under too many sheets
Rubbing his forehead, stifling his yawning
He lingers one moment in private peace
Stretching his arms to loosen his muscles
Bending his body to strengthen his core
Tilting his head, picturing her smile
Distracted now -- missing her even more
He stares out the window, reasons unclear
Remembering her hair tousled and pressed
Against his face, slightly covering his ear
Her soft morning sigh when he touched her breast
Miles away she dreads the silent morning
Hand over heart, consumed by her longing
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