Here is the poem I wrote this morning, still lying in bed, now in English instead of French.
morning breath
on my secret
beneath the warm blanket
still a hint of you
you wake me
in the coffee
your mouth lingers
as if the night
had left it for me
no message yet –
i check
sip and check
sip and wait
coffee in bed
the blanket around me
all around
still warm
from your imprint

