Mornings With You

Another one of my pieces that's really close to my reason for writing. This was many peoples' favorite around my friends and in the slam.


Mornings With You

there are nights that I dream
And each night i dream of you
becomes a morning i truly get to live.

And if I was given the chance to wake from those dreams
and smell the sweet scent of your breath on my cheek,
i would sleep on my side every night
no matter how much it hurt my back.

If i could dream of swimming in your eyes
and wake up each morning to their green serenity staring back at me,
I would never let you out of my sight
no matter how many tampons i had to buy.

Each morning I would take all my thoughts of you
wrap them up in a bouquet
and place them at your feet to hold when you awake.

I would scatter petals plucked from memories
all over the floor, leading to the kitchen
where i cook breakfast with all my promises to love you:

two stacks of buttermilk poems filled
with blueberry whispers of how perfect your eyes are
in the morning,

a dozen scrambled kisses
cooked just the way you like it
and planted all over your cheek...
or your forehead...
the end of your nose.

Id throw in two strips of
"i love yous" prepared firm and crispy
but declared oh so tenderly
and wash it all down with a glass of all my prayers to God
asking Him how i ever lived without you.

And I would watch you eat ever so slowly,
begging God that every ounce of my heart
given to you provides nourishment and truth to your precious soul.

and if this
was all there could be for us,
if this was all that was written in our love story
and we had to relive this moment over and over again
till our intimacy meets in paradise with its author,

i would live my life to turn each page
and dream of you once more.