i woke up this morning
and ate two blueberry pancakes
with maple syrup
agave nectar and butter.

i had about eight sips of metropolis coffee
and read celebrity gossip.

i love the way your neck feels
between my palms while i kiss your face.
you have big soft lips
like the blueberries in my pancakes,
which is probably why i always
have to fight the urge
to bite them.

i said goodbye to you while
you were getting out of the shower.
you had little water droplets
all over your body.

i wanted to squoosh them.