Love food

you were already sleeping

so i left the light on

realized that preparing breakfast was noisy

cracking,

whipping,

sizzling

giggling

wait, that was the hour prior

 

inspiration for biscuits made from scratch, baked with Love, topped with turkey sausage gravy

fresh orange juice

i squeezed it myself with the same passion your hands squeezed mine

when it was time

 

i returned to you the sheet pulled up to your chin

sleepy boyish grin widened into a smile as you took

your plate

i was wondering where you went

ashamed i was too loud

you heard me?

you replied by giving me a taste of your food

then brushed the corner of my mouth with your thumb

shook your head slightly then whispered

i felt you leave

then you kissed me

you deserve breakfast every morning

© michele mitchell, 2013

 

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