Another try at a morning
Coffee and cinnamon
Some minor happenings
The fire on the TV is roaring
But It's not warmer yet
I can still see my breath
But you're there
Swimming in the pothos
Bright, and green
And painting with the peels of a tangerine
The light begins to fall so perfectly
Some days this place is the whole world
Some days nothing hurts
A pocket universe
And when I close in on myself
You won't let me pull the pin
Your light keeps getting in
And you're there
Swimming in the pothos
Bright, and green
And painting with the peels of a tangerine
The light begins to fall so perfectly