When The Morning Comes
when the morning comes
and you wake up first
and i am still left naked
beside these white
stained cover sheets
you know i will follow
you in the kitchen
where breakfast is
ready prepared by
your own hands
we look at each other
again this time
new eyes new memories
new anticipations
new love, new selves
new covenants
new promises
old memories,
revivals, reminiscings
we remember last night
when the hugs were tighter
when the sleep was sounder
than ever
what word will i say?
what word? will you tell me?
you hand it my coffee
and you sip yours
no cup is cold
and the brew runs wild
to the top of the ceiling
what word will i say?
our eyes speak.
we sip each other's presence.
the words are useless.
they must remain unspoken
we confess our love
this morning. the words are useless.
they must remain unspoken
our hearts are full.
and then we smile. we sip our souls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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