six a.m. three [poetry]

regal aroma flirting with dreams and fragile morning

the bed opens again for familiar weight, welcome warmth

covers hugging bare limbs, sunlight skimming coffee cups

his breath is sweet but his taste is sweeter

sweetly wandering from breast to shoulder to heart

stirring sustenance into sleepy veins

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