Woke to a morning,
quiet as touch.
Woke to a sun,
chasing the black.

Woke in a room
as empty as air.
Woke to sunlight
in your hair.

Woke to perfection,
under the sheets.
Woke to whispers,
a weekend street.

Woke to questions,
flying through lace.
Woke to the answers,
your sleeping face.

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