Day 6 – NaPoWriMo- Aubade – ” Arising”


We are hidden softly,

Underneath the duvet.

You push the covers grumpily, 

Out of your foot-fall way.

See the shining beacon,

In the sky like egg yolks.

You crack four into the pan.

And start the frying of bacon.

The sizzling slurp,

Wakes me alive and-

I yawn and kiss your-

neck; it smells like Dior.

You put your uniform on to Work.

And leave me wanting with a second look.

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