Lazy Sunday

I like it when the sun peeks through the curtains,

Kisses the linen we’re wrapped in.

Never before half past ten,

With breakfast from that place you heard from a friend.

My baby likes a lazy Sunday,

Fancy lattes and a slow ride.

We’ll talk about our plans for someday,

Push them off and just stay inside.

We like to think that maybe one day,

We’ll do more than we realize.

Setting intentions that we can’t keep,

Then repeat the week.

My favourite work of art, laying beside me

I’d stare at for hours on end.

Whispering sweet sin,

Fingers trace my skin,

And please say that last part slowly again.

My baby likes a lazy Sunday,

Fancy lattes and a slow ride.

We’ll talk about our plans for someday,

Push them off and just stay inside.

We like to think that maybe one day,

We’ll do more than we realize.

Setting intentions that we can’t keep,

Then repeat the week.

Can we stay like this forever?

Hide away like this forever?