Like Honey and Quinoa

       Waking as our birds sense the darkness slip,
       your arm over my back, you pressed to my hip,
       your breath on my shoulder, cœur à cœur —
       what more perfect a morning moment
                            could I ask you for?


1 Response to “Like Honey and Quinoa”

  1. 1 sarachnid
    2012.08.18 at 9:33 pm

    He does know the morning will come when I will not wake.
    He still gives me this one without trying to use it to take.

    He doesn’t want me feeling indebted to him – I’m still free.
    Long after I’m gone, my mornings with him will still be.

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