Sunday Poem by Shea Reeves

Sunday



Morning comes anew
You make me yours the way you do
Then up for coffee and a cookie or two
Chilling with Robert Smith and you
His guitar is badass
Admire paintings by Klimt like Sunday mass
Cheesy movie on SyFy
And food that's good and fried
I love being with you
No matter what we do.

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