I wake up with cowlicks in my hair
Smile at you
Pretend I don’t care
That you’ve seen
Me completely undone
Skin bared
Eyes bleary
With last night’s failed attempts
At sleep
Mind racing with thoughts
Of your hands in my hair
Teasing new tangles
Fingers exploring exposed flesh
But you’re busy with breakfast
As you look up and tell me
I should invest in a brush.
sunday mornings with adam.