i’ll take coffee breath and our hands running through each others hair or
knowing
the breaks in silence met by your closing books due to my reaching for you
you’ll meet my morning mood swings with your
knowledge of not knowing yet
the same way i’ll always reach for you
in the door way or
falling back asleep in your lap to your silly sunday movies or
maybe some mornings we wont know
it wont be quiet it’ll be clanking mugs on tables and
angrily pulling closed the shower curtain or
us, fiercly met at the corner of the closet door
both upset, half dressed
but every morning will be met
by you




