Morning Kiss
By 1stpoet
Morning Kiss She walks around in slippers shuffling on Sunday mornings In her sweats, still, walking past I find her beauty breathtaking it is on these quiet weekends when the sound of sipped coffee is covered by the low chorus of birds and the stereo Sun-beams shine through slats the blinds half pulled to let the glow in the rays keep bodies warm as we shake off the remnants of sleep curled up on the couch under a blanket pulled to her nose the sunlight in her brown eyes gives me a feeling richer than the coffee I bend to take the steam from her lips © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes December 2, 2001 Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 07:36 PM PST 0 • 8
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