sunday mornings
somewhere in another universe
we are waking up on a
sunday morning
the sun beams through our curtains
dances across your face
I roll over
kiss you on your nose
say I love you
and actually mean it
you make me pancakes
I fix your coffee
both are too sweet
and we are
laughably
languidly
leisurely
in love
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That first line does so much work to complicate the poem’s tone. Well-done.
thank you so much!!