Snuggling

Early morning, still dark, the
alarm clock’s first shrill.
Hit the snooze.
Half wake, struggle, through the
fog of dark,
warmly deep, fuzzy sleep.
The chill morning air, pull
the blankets higher, burrow,
Deeper, deeper… deeper,
towards the warm,
soft body
of my lover, to snuggle.
Move close into
sensuous warmth, feel
the body soft and pliant,
move closer also.  Like a
cocoon.  No butterfly,
but sanctuary from
the cold cruel
world that waits.  Feel the
curves move into curves,
a straying hair, tickling my
cheek, nuzzled in the
nape, breathing soft air upon
the neck.  And drift back into
dreamless peace.  The world can
wait a little longer, the cold is held
at bay while we
Snuggle.

Stephen Flowers