i'll make you coffee, first thing at dawn, marmalade sunsets and rosehip jam clouds for company. it'll be sunny, everything will be white. we'll have pancakes and bacon and blueberries. raspberries among the duck egg skies.
it's the third moment of contentment, completion in my day. the mane of nightdark hair will rise as i lift my head to you and your paper. the red glitter nail varnish is chipping.
your fairy lights wink as fireflies,
your freckles make me moan,
and wherever I am with you,
there shall I make my home.
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