Need not apply if you drown in the morning air.
You must allow commonality to be our life preserver.
Or meander afloat until a lifeguard brings you ashore.

The initial 2 year romance high eventually wears off so...
You can..
Be the son that calls his writing father to share heartfelt words he himself has put to paper.
His words draw me deep like the heaviest anchor to the ocean floor.

Like him...
be the smell of fresh cut grass with a side of a smokey bacon.
Or the first deep throated serenade of the day by the lark in the cherry blossom.

Be your four legged child that licks your face when your eyes first open like a tootsie roll tootsie pop.
Be that warm arousing summer's gentle rain that seductively kisses your window pane.

Don't ever try to be a morning person for me.
You either are one or you're not.
Never pretend.
But just know....
to enjoy the very best parts of me,
you....
you need to be my morning eggs and toast with a side of juice... freshly squeezed.