Miko

Woke early, rose

Worked on a poem

2 cups of coffee

On repeat St. Vincent

Went to wake you

A cup of hot, black coffee

In hand, you pulled

The covers over your blond head

I slipped out of jeans

Under the sheets

Lay on your bare bottom

Gently moved, slowly

Now your ass moved with me

Your turned over, face

A laughing sun