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Red. Bright and vivid.

Coffee too, aroma of sleep,

the smell of mornings.

Languid and lazy.

Tired and baggy eyed.

Peaches are broken into.

Correction: nectarines.

Sweet flesh on flesh on flesh.

And you.

My version of morning,

sleepy and slow.

Beautiful in everyway. 

And me, looking at you

like I look aat my swirl of crushed bean coffee. 

And us...flesh on flesh on flesh.

These are my perfect mornings.

You, and me, and coffee and nectarines.

Baggy eyes and simple smiles 

and always

flesh on flesh on flesh.