morning

how do you convince the body in your bed - broad shoulders and back - to turn around and embrace you in the morning? this time of day, after the night before, we are strangers and it is stranger now. with wild delights diminished and early sunlight blaring through windows on naked skin, we wonder about the other (pretending to sleep?). when he gets up, having to crawl over a naked frame, there is temptation to grab an ankle and trip back to where we were last night. why are you so shy? why don't you spoon? why aren't you comfortable yet? we already fucked/are lovers/are friends.