breakfast for you and me:

2 poached eggs/dry toast

i’m slicing oranges for your eyelids while darkroasted coffee percolates for your voice is a ground bean in the morning for toes quiet on melted butter tipping over lands with a dripdrip on the linoleum
morning with you is a cat purr and everything at your place has already been exhaled all sweet skin and refined sugar / i love the way you leave the jam outso it’s never cold in the morning