Breakfast In Bed
A glass cup with a partially yellow-viscous liquid
filled just a little above half way
reflecting through a sharp angle, the rising sun
towards the thick and white woolly coverings
while sharing lips having the taste
of a throat rinsing chilled red wine.
Simultaneously eating warm confectioneries
from meaty tables of attractive bodies
picking each piece of popcorn
from allocated settlement of personal body portions.
Intentionally spilling chilled milk
on sacred anatomical planes
to mop it all out
with the ever longing wet tongue
all leading to a stage without a grand finale
just to make the road wet
for a sweet shower and a wonderful good morning.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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