After Great Morning Sex, 
a Love Song of Sorts
Jason J. Burita

After great morning sex,
I roll over
with the Luxury of an hour
while you shower,
preparing for work.

Hot water streams off
your soapy, naked, and tattooed
back and I am overcome
with restlessness--
succumbing to a peculiar
and comfortable melancholy
that I can't explain.

Joe Boxer-clad
(and tattooed myself)
I get up
pissed off and hating
all your idiosyncrasies
that lie around the living room,
kitchen, bathroom, basement
and upstairs bedroom.

And I know
that it's not your fault.

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