SECOND BREAKFAST
the way we wake, lazing against each other’s warmth
when your voice breaks across my mind like ocean waves
I drink you up the way my skin drinks the morning light
my iris opening to hold all the beauty bestowed upon it
this oasis itself is my breakfast, shimmering sustenance
whether or not I slept through the night, I feel restored
so we wander out to the kitchen for coffee, dazed and half-dressed
I’m smiling with a secret glow and not quite ready for second breakfast
Dig it! Nice write
Thanks!
very nice..sigh…
Wonderful. This poem captures a feeling, so well.
Lovely.
whether or not I slept through the night, I feel restored
There are so many other images or thoughts that take me away
I felt the energy of this poem
Thank you