My Morning

My Morning

i woke up
early
to look around
nothing
but wishful thinking
  & the reality
that stir up
     into air

.
my tongue
prey for
coffee
with dry lips pierce
     through breath

     wanting to suck
     a straw
     to taste
     bittersweet sugar

i usually write
a poem
     that attracts me
every moment
when the sun burns
or when the rain taps     

i feel a poem
coming out of
        my soul

so my bedroom
could read it
     & flow with words

when i leave----

indeed,
as my morning comes,
     i begin to think
     my heart  slowly rush.......
~
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