AM

a sunny breakfast with you
you toast, and I slice avocado
bedroom pop plays and I
sink into your arms
no, not ready yet
my fingertips are stained
deep reds and purples
the juices from the berries are
as buoyant and ripe as your
eyes the first night we met
I like my eggs over medium
where the yolk leaks gold
when handled roughly
the way my heart pours
when you touch me
we never got to enjoy the
meal that we spent so
long making together
I bet it would have been delicious