Now I wake me from my Sleeps
Warm and naked between the Sheets
Reaching out to Touch your Face
But of your Face there is no Trace.
Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise
The Smell of Coffee and other Joys
Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet
There's Love to make and things to Eat.
February 12th, 2012
Atlanta
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