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Saturday  flirts with me as soon as the sunlight hits my face.

She is always beautiful…

gorgeous first thing in the morning

and I am never sure if this is true or just

beer goggles from the hangover that was the work week.

Friday night, intoxicating as it is

might have something to do with

Saturday’s allure…

but Saturday is an innocent…not marred by expectations

and yet bridled with possibilities

unlike Sunday,

who simply drags me back to the reality soon to come.

For now, Saturday and I are alone…

unkempt,

unmade…

struggling beneath fresh linens and

basking in early summer’s glow.

our time together now seems everything it should be

but soon enough she will head to bed and leave me longing for

our next time together…

not at all unlike you.