When you lay on me in the mornings

When you lay on me in the mornings
I’ve told you before
I’m pretty sure there’s
no where else for you to go at this point
as we share a cheek there’s no
closer. Despite your attempts to
press yourself in closer, a shove
to just see how
much closer we could be.
We share a cheek
in the way we have
since we brought you home
and I felt all of you on my shoulder and against my
face as you grew bigger.
We share a cheek
As the bright red of the rising sun
gets cut up by the things along the way
and the light remains runs along our
indistinguishable skin.
Son, you
are the what of my lungs
the light of my sight
the blood of my heart
the stone of my bones.
Right now?
There’s no where else to go.