Chris Green Poet Free verse

Cold Cereal, Hot Morning

Cold cereal, hot morning 

That damn alarm again,
I roll out of bed
not wanting to wake you
it was a late night, 
you need the rest

I shower and get 
dressed for work,
then make my way 
through the dark
into the kitchen

As quietly as I can 
I pour the flakes 
into a bowl,
add milk and sugar,
yep, breakfast

I turn and I am startled,
you are standing there smiling at me, 
then you kiss me with such passion 
it would burn my toast, 
had I been making some

Then you whisper in my ear
so soft and sensual, 
“Couldn’t you be a little late today?”
I smile and follow you back to bed
I didn’t want cereal anyway….

Good morning Soupers

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Poetprentice Dupins April 4, 2017 at 11:40 PM I still would've eaten the cereal after. But that's because I am a food lover and Cinnamon Toast Crunch is like crack to me. Great write Chris. 7 Chris Green April 5, 2017 at 8:41 AM That's funny, I like that. I'm really not a cereal guy or a breakfast eater much but Cinnamon Toast Crunch sounds good. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Agnes Krampe April 4, 2017 at 2:23 PM Nice morning :) Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 3:11 PM Thanks Agnes. :)

Constance La France April 4, 2017 at 10:17 AM Chris oh so sweet and romantic, who needs food when love is whispering. Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 11:17 AM So true my friend, thank you for your nice comment.

Anne-Marie Coreggia April 4, 2017 at 8:59 AM "the damn alarm . . . as quietly as I can" Chris, you're a delightful trickster; I had no clue you would end all 'fired up' for the day :) Amitiés Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 9:58 AM Thanks so very much Anne-Marie. I am glad this one opened your eyes a bit this morning. :)

Charmaine Chircop April 4, 2017 at 8:43 AM No Comments..You're burning our toast now : ) The soup is on fire..So you'll be skipping lunch too.Call at work..Book it 'Sick ' : ).Thanks for the smile.. Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 9:57 AM Sometimes burnt toast is not such a bad thing. :) Ah yes, skipping lunch too. I like that, your comments made me smile this morning. Thanks so very much my sweet friend. I like your "No comments" too. :)

White Wolf April 4, 2017 at 7:18 AM Haha, cheeky fella! ~~~/|\~~~ Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 8:32 AM Thanks my friend. :)

Demetrios Trifiatis April 4, 2017 at 7:17 AM A wise choice for many reasons dear, Chris! Enjoyed the poem my friend! Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 8:32 AM Thanks so very much Demetrios.

Darren White April 4, 2017 at 6:34 AM I would choose the same Chris :) Now go back to bed and let that cereal soak in milk.... who cares anyway ;) Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 8:32 AM That's right, who cares.... :) Thanks so much Darren.

Sara Ella April 4, 2017 at 5:58 AM Your poem made me smile :) There's no better way to start your day! Good Morning Chris :) Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 8:31 AM Thank you so much Sara. You can say that again. :)