I want breakfast
served on the side
of a morning fuck, steaming
coffee, sweaty sheets,
a soft touch
breaking smiles
like daylight sun,
silk unlaced, clothing undone,
the slow slide
of a hungry tongue exploring
bring day to life
under covers, under fed
a taste, a bite
a twist of light, blankets tumbling
off the bed
until we bubble
then turn hot,
until the coffee in the coffee pot
turns bitter,
and the alarm clock
sighs
