I wake to
A rained filled morning.
A curdled milk feeling
In the stomach.
An outstretched arm
From across the sheets.
A wake up kiss.
A scatterbrained skull ache
With the trauma of
A bad night's sleep.
A dream idea of something
Plainly brilliant.
A coffee breakfast,
A soap shower.
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The idyllic scenery of our deep green Northern California dwelling.
As we drive like darlings down the rain swept highway
To a thick coffee morning stop. To two silver databases wide open,
To sweet looks back and forth. To a type on a key. A simple word
Here and there, a reality that people exist besides us.
There is more than our cozy house,our cozy town, our snug
Lace intertwined fingers.
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