it doesn't matter
that the roosters haven't yet risen
nor
that the sun
is still tucked tightly in its black blanket
I get up with you
tangled in my hair
a need to see you
pulling me out of sleeps arms
with you
delirium is embraced
and
sleep deprivation irrelevant
we have awoken
before the bakers bread is finished rising
and
we stay awake
just to have a few more moments
of getting to know each other
two stories closer
to falling...
in love and back to sleep