Sincerely, Jennifer x

Rain rockets from the sky,
playing a pattern on the window,
harmonising with the tick tock of the clock you insist we keep on the bedside table,
despite the multitude of digital options dotted around the room.

The dirge of yesterday is faint,
unable to keep up with me and my adventures,
watching from behind the wet window as I plan breakfast.
Pancakes,
sweet syrup,
thoughtless and blissful as you switch on Thought For The Day.

Preying on me,
my pancakes and my plump lips,
you kiss,
sink your teeth,
sink your soul into me,
and I make a home in our maple, magic haze,
sharing all I have,
as yesterday yawns in defeat.