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morning coffee

Swallowed by blanket and quilt,
I stir in our March-chilled basement bedroom
and see you in the wakening light
fresh from your shower,
poised at the open closet
debating which shirt goes
with which pants.

The smell of steamy bathroom collides
with perking coffee and
wafts its way downstairs
coaxing me from my lair,
while the sound of the news
on the portable kitchen TV
punctuates the need
to get on with the day.

I rebel, laying a moment longer,
just watching you
and marveling at how little it takes
to make my morning perfect.

~ Calen