worship

to lie in the dark a little
longer with a mug of steaming
tea on the side and the birds squeaking
just for the sake of it

wipe the spittle from my lips and knead
dust from your eyes hold
my hand in the dark finding
yours let me drink from the glass
in your other and be quiet

just for the sake of it
my hair tangled and belly
loose on the mattress
i ask for your ache
and you give in the dark a little

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