Coffee steam,
Plumes in the air,
Pages of the book,
Caressing each turn with
A loving care,
An easy, quiet time,
Questions for later,
Little more than murmurs,
For now.
A silence as solid as rock,
Breathe in the peace,
Soothing the time,
Into beatific lassitude,
Tell me, baby girl,
How this would cover
You too.
MB Blissett 