Ready For The Day Poem by Midnight Clarity

Fragrance caught in steam
drifts past
the slightest scent of burning,
feel of warmth that flowers
outward, filling up
the list of senses
good morning can engage.
The random tastes
of breakfast mix
with textures of the towel,
scent of soap, of lotion
overlaid with coffee trace
while sticky fingers
taste of fruit, of bacon
stolen early
from the pan;
eyes blink fast
a moisture of their own
against the contacts
inside out again
sharp spike of jasmine
warmed by vanilla,
smooth slide of silk
on fresh dried scented skin
gold gleam through lace
extinguished by the fall
and drape of cotton
to the knee;
crisp silver jingle
at the wrist, the ears
while fingers flaunt
dark onyx gleam
an opal on an ankle chain
ignored today
as understatement
screams its message.