Morning eyes

Sweet voice of a songbird A crow’s caw cutting through The crunching of beans in the coffee machine Moist and cold and warm at the same time Under the sheets, sprawled over your chest Never woken to a better morning ever A sigh, a caress, a kiss Your awareness and my sleepy yawns Untangling limbs…

Breathless

Sometimes the words get stuck in my throatThey choke me, cut my air offMake my eyes blur and mouth taste like acidThen my brain kicks into action…My breathing slows down and I count every single one,Grateful, I could still do that. And when I count to ten, my lids shut down. I crave that suffocation…

Guilty Pleasure

She was given naught but a taste so sweetOf needs met and cravings filledBitter it changed, which she learned to loveAn unlikely flavour for the love yearned. She dreamt of flowers and heartsSugary treats and joyful laughsLong walks, holding handsDinner from cardboard boxesAction movies and buttery popcornMaking out to Ed Sheeran on that worn-out, old…