Wake me up, sweeter sounds than birds and rough lips from the places where cigarettes used to lie, tracing the places I'd like to go between your shoulder blades, feeling my way across your back and under your skin.  Settling slowly back into a rhythmic beat of inhale, exhale, pause, waiting for the moment when those breaths become snores and I do my best not to shake you awake just to see your smile.  Morning songs a combination of blue skies rising to meet rainy melodies, headaches birthed of the most simple of decisions fewer than hours ago... but we're laughing anyway and I'm coughing because I smoked another cigarette with you, or two.  Practice my patience, steady holding my breath so not to ask you to kiss me again, and again.  Wish this moment would stay a little bit longer, but it's morning time and we've got hangovers to cure and people to impress with the day's latest mess.  This has been nice, I just wanted you to know.