mind and body as a tree full of birds.
Coffee for the morning, glanced at our clothes
Both formed quiet comfort, without showing
Loveliness and lull on our rooted rhymes
Talked the way out of dinner plans, climbed back in bed
(Instead of seeing a movie we saw each other's eyes)
feel pulps of a dawning kiss, our cadence, this bliss.
felt like writing something. needs work as does everything but feels so good to see a poem.