I wake without make-up
panicked in a strange
bed
dawn always making me
look
drawn and I’m torn
between
ringing my husband to
arrange a pick-up or
finding my make-up in
the
wreakage of a good
night
repainting to wake the
dark shape next to me
with a
red ring round his
penis when his
face looms over mine
murmuring
“Morning beautiful”
and
commences a kiss that
makes me
forget all the
aforementioned and
most else besides.
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