Decadent
Sunny morning
Bright and alive
Sings to me it’s lullaby
Drowsy summer
Nothing but time
I lay here writing this little rhyme
Cut grass breeze
Tinged a rich coffee brown
Heat infused sheets all around
Soft mussed up hair
Brushes my cheek
A languid sigh is all I speak
Lack of alarm clock
Leaves no guilt
For legs still wrapped around my quilt
Painted hands and
Painted feet
Still heavy from a blessed sleep
I would get up
I really try
But soon I drift and close my eyes
And heed the summer lullaby
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