Chin placed
In the crook of a familiar shoulder
My whole body
Placed on another
My foot is hanging off the bed
To keep me fresh
As if freshness lasted
I'd say it's a day for lovers
Chest beaded with shared enjoyment
That we lick with handkerchiefs and sheets
I splash my pleasure in confetti
On the morning of a foreign hour
My bones are liquid
In the waltz of our sleeping pools
I feel them boiling
Warmth that we offer ourselves
From mouths to pelvis
Our sexes mingle
Bandaged, wet, hard, swollen
Whatever, waking up is good
-Andrée Bouffard (she/her)