Patchouli smoke curls towards the ceiling
a glowing ember above the incense holder
the paisley print duvet covers me
as I pick out patterns in the texture

A name on the tip of my lips
yet it doesn't come to me
just a vision of red hair
clouded in sangria memories

The smell of pancakes
overwhelms the room
maple syrup sweetness
as she enters with a tray

Ginger haired goddess
wearing nothing but an apron
a sunrise smile, of pearly whites
an angel in the morning sun's glow

Velvet lips press to mine
images of the previous night
flood my memory banks
and a smile spreads on my face

Have I died and gone to heaven?
her giggle is beyond contagious
she tells me to eat
I watch a vision and apron strings swing

She returns, her plate in hand
and the glorious smell of coffee
we eat and drink in silence
with excited glances at each other

Finished, she turns pink in the cheeks
stands up, holds out her hand
and says, welcome to my house
what is your name, and please stay!

With wholehearted laughs,
she dives on top of me
and whispers her name in my ear
as I whisper mine back to her