Awake again, another day Coffee as brown as her eyes meet me from The mug she made me. The heater keeps the cold away But not as well as her breath Or her skin against mine, The shower head begins to spray Steaming water that I ever wish were Her fingers, streaming down my back. Our frustrated feelings start to fray As we play witness to others begin life together As we've worked so hard to achieve. But I will be the ceramic and not the clay, Steadfast and unyielding until mine is mine And hers is hers because by god --
Awake I will be in the suns first rays, Wrapped in arms and light and soft brown hair And eyes like coffee that will beg me back to bed.