Workday mornings
Tired head
Sleepy eyes
Struggling to drag myself out of bed
Lure of a warm duvet
Cocoon myself back inside
A morning butterfly
The quiet house distracted by
The rhythmic dripping of a leaky tap
All I want is to lie here with you
The world drags me into the ring to fight
You are always in my corner
On workday mornings I never see victory
Body unsteady
Drunk morning legs
Hands outstretched
Grasping for my dressing gown
Peering through half closed eyes
The morning light an examination of retinas
As I struggle to keep them open.
Shower like smelling salts
Plunging me back into the land of the living
I just want to lie here with you
Just ten minutes more
Warm feet on a cold floor
Let the world do what it’s going to do
I just want to lie here with you