Dzień Dobry

Warmth clung to the night
as light poured across walls,
Wrapping tangled limbs that
burst from covers, cast
against curtain calls and
demands from metronome clock,
Harsh tick following soft touch,
Pressed on clear face,
Time passing with a slow kiss.

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