Mar 4 • Poems
With the Missus and the Dog
A quiet moment before the world wakes — warmth, stillness, and the small kind of happiness that asks for nothing more.
Some mornings, everything just falls into place.
The sun rises slow, painting the room in gold—
not too bright, just a quiet promise
that today will be a good one.
Her head rests on your chest,
hair spilling down to your ribs,
just shy of a tickle.
Skin on skin, warm and weightless,
fitting together like soft puzzle pieces.
The sheets cradle you both,
cotton-wrapped in perfect stillness.
Your left hand scratches the scruffy little dog
curled against your thigh, sighing in his sleep.
This is bliss
awake before the world,
wishing time would stay right here.
#Poetry #Love #QuietMoments #MorningLight #Contentment #SimpleThings
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With the Missus and the Dog
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