Living Proof In A Coffee Cup Poem by Jason PraTT

the morning ritual
drowsy footsteps across
living room floor towards
the kitchen where faucet
water is purified into boiling
brilliance, blended with the
flavors of the earth
my cup, my spoon, my bagel
with a fresh pack of newport’s
and an unread magazine about
the latest music reviews, while
roosters and nightingales strum
the straddling dusk and dawn out-
side on the east of the balcony sunrise
I finish my bagel, pour my coffee and
light my cigarette and gaze out into
the view of the mountain looking back
at me on my balcony sunrise surprise
wherein the woman whose honey-
dipped loins, slowly stirred about
the warmth of our moments together
as private lovers and perfect friends
her oblong eyes slumber, as she nakedly
coils in the sheets of our splendor thereafter
amidst the soothing shades of her mahogany
skin; her hip’s beautiful arch in repose, as I
watch her from my seat, puffing until the
butt – sunshine in the bed and in front of me