Stowaway
he’s spent too long staring into my eyes
forgetting the penetrating softness of my curves,
so he swoons to cup the warmest stowaway
before the sun reveals its radiance
before the aroma of coffee fills the house
before the vibration of his work cell
the subtle satisfaction of mood light
the kindling of lover’s chrysalis
12/4/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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