Sunday Morning

On a perfect Sunday morning

while our tangled bodies drift in quiet slumber

the gentle rays of the early summer sun

reach through the glass of our un-curtained window

to wake us with its warmth

my cheek against your chest

your fingers trace circles on my arm and back

time passes as it always does

but we have never been so still

on a perfect Sunday morning

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