Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Breakfast in Bed

How wonderful to come awake
wrapped up like a gift,
cradled like rare porcelain,
to the stillness of a new day.

Our bodies sandwiched
and cozy where we touch;
a half-formed helix of flesh
occupied in intimate conversation.

I turn to face you. Your eyes
open and reflect my smile,
telling me you’re hungry
for our first meal of the day.


© 2001 by Cookala

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