Breakfast
I like your toasty eyes.
Jealous of your morning coffee,
I began wearing mocha lotion to bed
So you’d stay in our espresso love making machine
longer than the usual wake up time ritual.
As dinner doesn’t mind breakfast,
nor will the afternoon mind our slumber –
You hold me like a s’more.
Delicate and firm,
I began nibbling your graham cracker cheeks
So my mouth knew gluttony;
As your beard knew sacrifice,
and our bodies marinated,
Two lovebone smokestacks.