Restlessness

The tip of your finger
tickles my upturned palm
I wake, a momentary amnesiac.

The morning stamps
through my head
kicking my brain into remembrance.

Your features fall into place
and a groan escapes my mouth
before I can restrain it.

I stretch my lips into
a caricature of a smile
and mime ‘good morning’

Dropping my eyelids
over my disillusion
before you even notice it’s there.

I love you, you feel secure,
so you should be…

It’s not your fault I need more

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