fumblin' bleary-eyed
onto tile floor
he glances over
noticing his dusty forehead
I absently inquire
as to where he's been.
no response.
I'm careful to kiss
below the crown
he doesn't mind my deviation
from routine
we proceed
with the formal clanking of skulls
goodmorning
my tissue paper wrangling
pin pilferer.
dearest cardboard snugglin'
familiar.
