Morning Coffee

I’m pacing through your kitchen

The marble’s cold and your eyes sweet

He said he watches me sleep

“Aware it’s both of us dreaming”

I’m not scared anymore

I’ve been bereft of the light far too long

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness

But I watch you pour coffee and yawn

I could lose you, you could lose me

I could try and mourn

But we have strawberries in the morning

Nothing else matters

I should throw my fist into the air

or play Queen on your TV