ThisMorning


The day starts

Sweetly like that

First lick of

An ice-cream on

A humid afternoon

Full of surprise

Like the first

Kiss as a

Teenager quiet like

Morning mass at

The towns church

And bubbly like

That first kick

Of coffee held

Between cold hands

Today I am

Happy like a

Child grasping his

First A marked

Test knowing that

The cramming study

Of your body

Last night has

Brought to me

You this morning