Sunlight shines through the window
Over this morning's reading.
Lazy sips that ripple in our mugs,
That ripple to our eyes slowly meeting.
I try for small conversation,
While your lips find my neck;
I know we just had some coffee
But now it's back to bed.
YOU ARE READING
Uprooted
PoetryA collection of poems and artwork based on the experiences and struggles of an expat living in South Korea.
