strange fondly thought

breakfast (work in progress)

the hiss of the rain
is the frail green veins
of your feet
an elusive sense of beauty
than lingers about in bed.
The tip of your fingers is
the smell of coffee
gently coaxing me out instead.
a kiss on my forehead
is mellow like sunshine.

you,
are cookies in milk
spelling good morning
like honey oats.
You know,
I'd love you for breakfast.

as mushy as it gets guys,
as mushy as it gets.
inspired and induced by amoebic colitis.