rubber noses smash into each other   like bumper cars powered   by kindred electricity   a pretzel of legs and arms weaves its warmth   through a shared circulatory system   and if this is the new a.m.,   then i don't mind waking   for the new a.m.,   i don't mind waking.   smiles emerge from behind pink curtains   sending teeth wrapping all around our heads   but how can you even make out my face   through those tiny fingernail moon eye sockets?   if this is the new a.m.,   then i don't mind waking   for the new a.m.,   i don't mind waking.   keep your kisses out of the deep end, baby   this is the morning   and we have yet to brush our teeth   if this is the new a.m.,   then i don't mind waking   for the new a.m.,   i don't mind waking.   & after the sun peels our eyes again,   i hop you'll be staying... until you can slide underneath my skin   i don't mind waiting.