Good Morning

Sitting on the couch in the morning.

Ignoring the muted news on the TV

The scent of the shampoo over her wet hairs fights the scent of the fresh coffee recent made.

She smiles in her panties and shirts out of the corner of the mouth separating her things before to leave. She hums something. Some song that I just know will stick to my mind the whole fucking day. And he puts everything in his backpack.

And the morning light in the air vibrates with the frenzy of love that they just did. Coffee and sugar hydrates their morning rite. Morning glory... Good morning.

Coffee and orange juice with a few words. Communication that eliminates the text. Hopefully, the neighbors have listen to us, and the shower running water, waiting for the next bath. And fuck the water.

The dog greets the wall beside the couple on full lungs. Realize their happiness as bubbly newly opened soda can. And all the trembling muscles and tendons, eternally trying to photograph the previous minutes.

When they slept and woke up holding each other, aroused by the golden sun, making love with the windows open to get the fresh morning wind, with white curtains breathing.

Making love to start the day, just for luck. Good morning...

And the look of the cat stuck on top of the bedside table illustrates his latest trauma. He did not understand anything. (Or get it?)

So clean now with clothes and bathed he departs. A coffee flavored kiss. Holds her with his whole body. Now mint coffee kiss. A fluoride kiss.

Calls her gorgeous already feeling homesick. One more kiss on the mouth walking toward the door. She holds him, preventing him from leaving. "Stay with me a little more. ... Just a moment longer"

What a beautiful morning.

Lucky day, right foot.

Good morning