This Morning is Green

by nourayasmine   Dec 16, 2020


It's Tuesday morning.
7 a.m.
It's the perfect morning.

Your two fingers
are the feet
of an ebullient person
walking along
my freckled shoulder, and
crooning my name, and
"please please please"ing
me to make love.

I smile as they
move to my hair,
take my curls
to your nose that
breathes them in
deeply.

We leave the bed, unwillingly,
to put muesli fruits
in matching plates,
a breakfast for our lazy morning.

It's the perfect Tuesday morning.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Skyfire

    I like this very much! Beautiful and slow, just like the morning it describes.

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