MOUTHFUL

The first yawn of the day

The breaking point of the new morning

Alone in bed

But thoughts are full of you

(As is my mouth sometimes)

I stretch along

I feel the shivers down my spine

The memories of night before are kicking in

I kiss the air

The way I would have kissed you

And all my body fits in that one kiss

You’ve got my taste

Your mouth is full of me

– Chatty Owl has left the building –