Inked with Love: A Morning Soon

You better awaken me on a sleepy Sunday morning,  

before the sun gets a chance to rear its shining head above the horizon.  

The air better have a cold bite to it.  

Your warmth better blanket me more than the thickest duvet ever 

could. 

I better melt in your arms like butter spread across toast, like 

the dawn's dew dissipating in the day's glow.  

For I would give myself completely at your call, 

cave like a tree under the lumberjack's axe, no matter how 

tall. 

So when you tell me you love me, follow through with 

your swing. 

Writer: Jessica Zahra

Editor: Elizabeth Porporis