Working up an appetite

she thinks of breakfast-
turning the pancakes once in the pan, 
firmly golden with melting butter and 
splattered blueberries-     

then coffee, steaming hot  
beside orange juice & heavy maple 
syrup on the small wooden table-

outside, the trees are donning 
aprons, scooping each dew drop,
and prick of warming light-     
eager to rouse from winter's embrace- 

stirring in bedsheets,  
refreshed by her sleep, she runs
her fingers lightly over his still-sleepy frame,
soft in the breathing, firm in the admiration- 

she strikes a match, 
rekindling faith in beginnings,    
with each caress, a bud opens like spring, 
seeking the rain & sky-bursting-joy-  

he loves her hunger in the morning.


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