Morning perfection

I brought you your coffee. I don’t speak to you till the coffee kicked in.You  stand nude barely wrapped in a cotton sweater allowing the morning sun to warm your tender skin and face. You asked me. What are your planned for me today? I whispered  as I wrapped my arms around you and I say. I want us to lay in bed all days. Write poetry together and allow Lana Del Rey and Taylor Monsen voices to take us away to better places and thoughts. You give me a willing smile and with a wink, accepted my offer as we wandered back to soft sheets and warm blankets.

Coyote/John Castellenas