Morning Poem by Gary Scott Gebert

The light peeks between the slats of the blind
creating today's first shadow upon our sleepless bed.

It's early, my mind already ahead of the clock
poising to scream us awake at any minute.

And the room is filled with the aroma of fresh coffee,
brewing in our small but cozy kitchen.

It stirs me to walk across the floor, cold with January's breath
to drink its vitality I so need.

And it's just then, when I am ready to slip out of bed
I realize that it's you darling, laying next to me - I crave more.