If you wish it,
I will welcome you to morning
using lips, hips, and various pastries.
Some but not every day, to keep
boredom at bay.

I can remember, for you to recall,
the days you would stay. The mornings
we three would conquer monarchies
beneath toast crumbed sheets, with
a stuffed monkey.

I know how loving you feels.

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