Rising to the surface <br />of morning altitude <br />Often the awakening more <br />than just a little rude <br />Yet sometimes the moment's sweet <br />(and frequently not a little lewd) ... <br /> <br />Floating to billowy consciousness <br />this day, all soft and warm and nude <br />(Whoops, that last is not germane at <br />all, forgive me for a boob!) <br />Hugging pillow tightly to my <br />breast, the softness deep and good... <br /> <br />Join me in smashing down the alarm <br />as we drift back to limbo's mood <br />Slip away to that nether region <br />of freefall slowed and vision skewed <br />Cuddle up to what you wish, my <br />love, as rough reality we elude...<br /><br />Esther Leclerc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-sleep-and-wakefulness/
