your sip of milk
your fresh morning
tiptoes across consciousness
sweet warm morality
musings on the wooden table top
As dawn gives way to day
Surrendering to your face
yet hungering to kiss it
Mail arrives
news says instability
Sun peeps into your kitchen
inches from your skin
The to do list looking up
A confused toddler
an unborn realization
You reach for the pen
your sip of milk is comfort
mood is moreish
Light fills your kitchen
The early sun a perpertrator
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