Breakfast in Bed
My love, I do not want to get up today. Hold me a little longer, a little shy of forever. Stir my body back to its sweetness Bring me my birth on a platter, A pure cry swallowed by blood, For Prey I was born to be And today, I heed that calling. Bake me in your broad embrace And I will soak you in mine. I know better now, Butter knives will slip and…