it's easy to call you mine.

your silhouette
under the thick jean comforter,
balled in the corner of my full sized bed.

strands of red hair stick out of the blanket,
even in the dark
one is able to see the greasy red mess
that lay hidden under
the treacherous mess.

i smile at you.

i climb into bed,
fully clothed-
jeans, wool socks, your Beatles cut off.
7:23 am.

laying next to you
in the darkness
all is just fine.

8:00 am.
glass of wine.

i'll call you mine.