N.R.T.

And all I want is to wake up with our legs tangled together

Under the sheets as the sunlight streams in through the cracks in the curtains

And I can look up into those sleepy brilliant eyes of yours

As you brush a few of my stray curls off of your face and give me a drowzy smile

And I inhale the smell of your pale skin again as it wraps around me

Begging me not to leave the perfect cocoon we've created here 

In the middle of this Milwaukee morning.