I dreamed of muffins last night
and your fingers softly tender my skin.

This morning, a love you share warm my oven
and baked breakfast muffins.

I hang my mouth open- you pour smoothies and
berries that shake your legs nerve endings.

Selfishly I let you disarm me, let you
partake this maple syrup that drips under
the blanket.

I look at your eyes and my faith shroud my
belief that life is indeed better than this–

Everday you make me love the absence of our
existence– our souls serene voices.

Before this day will end, I will ask you
again to bake another breakfast muffins.