Waking Up

She asked about my scars
firm touch
callous hands
rest on my thigh.

Coffee cup
a genie lamp
I couldn’t wish myself away

staring out the window
thanking the Universe
that mornings are so beautiful.

Mouth starting to dry,
I looked
into her tired eyes,
hard working girl

she kisses me
“It’s okay, tell me
when you’re ready.”

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