Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Early Morning Haiku

Sun

Early morning sun
sneaks past the blinds and curtains
onto hot coffee.

I slip out of the bed and make our drinks as quietly as I can,
and place the steaming, milky mixture on the nightstand.

And then I wait for its enticing aroma to stir you out of your sleep.

When I see you begin to move and stretch under the sheet that still covers you,
I encourage you to awake by letting your feet touch my leg, and gently rocking the
mattress below you.

I wait for your eyes to flutter open and adjust to the ambient light before placing my lips
so softly against yours, feeling your mouth move forward instinctively to accept my kiss.

“Do I smell coffee?” you ask in a whispered voice.

“Yes.” I whisper back. “And soon you will taste it.”

Sunday’s raindrops shine like gems on the trees and bushes.
The world is covered in jewels.

Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and coffee-time-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you launch into the day, send the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those rising-sun-syllables for all eternity.

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