breakfast in bed

celestial seasonings

sounds oh so good

warm and tender

a sultry splendor

turns my world into

warm cotton sheets

and homemade jam

loving in an amber sea

made of you n me

salt and pepper

nothing sweeter...

milk

as i write

my letters become my bones

and my work becomes my skeleton

i used to write in ink

but now i write with calcium

milky white

and never seen

but i hear and feel them

like my old knees and my crooked spine

like a ladder to my mind

which has become an attic

flooding with milk

strengthening all the bones of this old house

i call my body