OurMorningHere

And in the morning

Coffee in hand I

Crawl back in beside

And watch as the

Morning sun creeps like

A caterpillar up sheets

And lands on lids

Which flutter like butterflies

Showing me your eyes

Sleepy and darkly rich

Deep brown satellites hovering

And focusing on me

And then on coffee

First comes the kiss

And then the sip

On this our morning