This morning

As the wind, 

your voice brought me 

the smell of the morning.

Your kisses seeped one by one

as playful tiny mirrors.

your hand took mine

to invited them to take

a cup of coffee.

Your heart took a sip of mine

snatching his silence

with nude eyes,

the sun hid its blush

making rhymes with the spoon.

Today you where the morning

glendagalan.blogspot.com • april 2010