celestial breakfast table

sunday morning

at the celestial breakfast table

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the sun awakens, watchful

buzzing with an electric halo

our moon, she lounges,

juxtaposed in the early sky

encircled by blushing, puffy-eyed clouds

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in between the two lovers

the fog flows long down the mountain

like Looking Glass Falls,

sweetly weeping at dawn

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we too dreamily perch

at our heavenly breakfast table

you, reciting DH Lawrence in your own angelic halo

and i, childlike and hungry

nibble at every word


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