Paradise Painful (part 6)

her morning is cozy with

contented lips smirking as

she stretches little limbs,

somewhere beneath baggy fleece.

frays of hair hang loose over

puffy eyes and she purrs to herself

before standing, and drunk stepping

to the kitchen, for coffee she'll

hold with both hands like a treasure.

her voice scratchy and small,

and warm cheeks still soft from sleep.

the sight of her loosens my back

as I rip my body away from heart,

she will keep it safe with her till I

return from breaking the day for us both.