The gentle lulls of consistency dampens the mind
Perfect. Darling, just perfect
Isn’t that nice?

The pulls and pushes
Of gravity, gentle as an ebbing tide
Rythmic, like his breathing

Boring, would you say? And impossible
To be this and this and that
at once, a package, sealed.

Carelessly I care less
Though perhaps I do
Well no, when it comes to you.

Tangle untangle disentangle.

On bright sunny mornings, such as this, waking up can be a prolonged pleasure.
Nowhere to go, some things to do, but not until later. Lay…ter.
A slice of sunlight warms my cheek. A fresh morning chill strokes my unblanketed skin.
Blurry thoughts emerge, unfold, untangle… in no particular hurry :)