In the morning
In the morning
when my thoughts
are tangible as your skin
soft as your lips
lingering slow as
movements
steep in sleep
in dreams
of when
of when…
When my thoughts
are light
as the foam
on my cappuccino
high on memories
of so many cups ago
while you slept
and I watched
waiting
as I watch, now, waiting
When my thoughts are bitter
as my coffee
that leaves a most
unpleasant taste
in my mouth
as you—
cold, distant, dangerous
unwelcoming of my warmth
—leave a most
unpleasant taste
in my mouth