Comfort food

"awake, shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet"

I woke with a start

my heart racing

as the image of

my twilight pursuit

disappeared like smoke

curling from a stick of nag.

He greeted me with sweet

morning salutations

as I promptly thrust my

lip to pout my addled slumber.

Heavy sleep stained arms pulled

me close and I drank in

the euphoric scent of comfort