3 sleepy poems

A slow dance start to a new day
swaying into morning
with you

***

Coffee ready
when I wake up.
I know it’s love
because he doesn’t drink it.

***

Loud Thoughts

I heard him get up
in the night
and I almost spoke
and he answered as if I had.

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