This Morning

By Daisy Dai

This morning, like most mornings,
you asked if I could hold you.
I complied, like I do every time.

You ask so sweetly, half asleep.

Most mornings, I enjoy the feeling
of my breast against your back,
the curve of my mouth on the
the curve of your neck.

But today, this morning, I felt
exasperated.

This loving embrace felt
more like a chain tying me
to more slumber, when all I wanted
was to wake up and start my day.

It’s strange how one moment of infidelity
could change the beauty of this ritual.

I can’t shake the feeling that
the morning I didn’t hold
you was the moment you
decided to find a loving embrace with
a string of meaningless swipes
instead.

PC: Womanizer