Saturday, April 23, 2022

Morning


we could wake up like this
every day filtered light
gold through slitted curtains
relentless calls of cardinals
morning wood pressed hard against
disheveled sheets soft stirring 
lips brushing necks
a quickening of breath
arms encircled hands on hearts
a slow stretch 
yawned goodmorning
offer of coffee breakfast
or should we stay here
all day