The New A.M.

rubber noses smash into each other
like bumper cars powered
by kindred electricity
a pretzel of legs and arms weaves its warmth
through a shared circulatory system
and if this is the new a.m.,
then i don't mind waking
for the new a.m.,
i don't mind waking.
smiles emerge from behind pink curtains
sending teeth wrapping all around our heads
but how can you even make out my face
through those tiny fingernail moon eye sockets?
if this is the new a.m.,
then i don't mind waking
for the new a.m.,
i don't mind waking.
keep your kisses out of the deep end, baby
this is the morning
and we have yet to brush our teeth
if this is the new a.m.,
then i don't mind waking
for the new a.m.,
i don't mind waking.
& after the sun peels our eyes again,
i hop you'll be staying... until you can slide underneath my skin
i don't mind waiting.