It's a Quarter to Nine in Her Apartment
My sunlight,
you bring the daytime smiles
and keep them from slipping.
One table for two.
We wake from slumber
in a café of our own,
settled in the heat of blankets
and last night’s passion.
You hold my hand at breakfast.
I fill cups with tea
and hold yours, too.
To myself in silence
I hope you never stop shining.
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traffycake
Nice to meet you! Feel free to call me Sam! I'm 25 years old with both a B.A. in Visual Art and in English/Creative Writing. I have a love for dark and unusual free verse poetry. While that makes up most of my portfolio, I do have a few lighter poems. Be warned, I do touch on some pretty real subject matter. Take caution.
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