Morning perfection
I
brought you your coffee. I don’t speak to you till the coffee kicked
in.You stand nude barely wrapped in a cotton sweater allowing the
morning sun to warm your tender skin and face. You asked me. What are
your planned for me today? I whispered as I wrapped my arms around you
and I say. I want us to lay in bed all days. Write poetry together and
allow Lana Del Rey and Taylor Monsen voices to take us away to better
places and thoughts. You give me a willing smile and with a wink, accepted
my offer as we wandered back to soft sheets and warm blankets.
Coyote/John Castellenas