"the first thing i see this morning is
your jaw framed by the dust filled sunlight,
coming through my half opened window.
i connect your freckles with my eyes;
they map out stories i have not heard,
ones i'm not yet sure i wish to know.
finally your shoulder blades kiss in a stretch as you
allow yourself to be plucked out of a dream,
maybe it is summer, somewhere i am not afraid
to say something meaningful and you are
not afraid of your own shadow. this is
the first time you have woken up in my bedroom,
but not the first time we have woken up together.
you make me coffee in my own kitchen
and we exchange small talk over yesterday's paper.
there is a moment when i think you want to touch me,
but you don't, and then there is a moment when
i try to say, i wouldn't mind seeing you standing there
again, another day, next to my electric kettle, but i don't.
when you leave, the only traces of you
are an empty mug in my sink, a spoon with
grains of sugar still hugging it,
and the way my heart feels,
just a little bit lighter."
-n.m.
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PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
