7 a.m. Therapy

by nourayasmine   Sep 14, 2021


The curtains took care
of the obtrusive sunrise that crawled
to my window like a curious toddler.

This morning, you’re up early,
wearing your work shirt, still unbuttoned,
grinding coffee beans in the kitchen.
Then heading downstairs, looking for
something in the laundry basket.

Upstairs again,
I listen to your moves,
until your fingers brush my hair
muting everything else for me,
making me blush in my dreams.
The skin is marvelous,
covering and exposing us at once
like that.

I wake up as the sun
insists to be let in. Your voice
is a way of catharsis.
The scent of coffee is
the steamy form
of fluoxetine.

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  • 6 days ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love the tender moments in this, the kind of vulnerability in waking up, having to face everything, but knowing that a simple touch can bring some ease. Also, in hearing the routine of someone else, the comfort in their voice... it's beautiful how someone can bring us a form of catharsis when we need it, just in being themselves. Lovely, Noura <3

  • 1 week ago

    by Kate

    Delicately and beautifully written.

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