HOUR TWENTY ~ Second Breakfast

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

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