“Entwined” by Tyrean Martinson

Entwined

at five am awake,
we
hear
spring
birdsong.
we
curl
into
communion.
we
awake at five am

our legs entwined
with
lusty
sleep
cycles
with
rhythmic
night-time
movements
with
our legs entwined

when the alarm calls
we
squeeze
one
more
we
moment
before
releasing
we
when the alarm calls

I blush when he gives me a paper rose,
smile
with
his
knowing
smile
that
blooms
warm
smile
when I blush, he gives me a paper rose

Tyrean Martinson
6/5/2016

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