Morning Love (poem)

Morning Love

I can feel summer coming
bursting the flowers open
warming the old bones
of the earth

above a fighter jet sears
a long white scar on an
unblemished cerulean 

this morning we have
scrambled eggs together
a golden yellow on
wholemeal toast
after we had been
through the night
consuming each other

the new light floods
through the windows
reflecting in your burning
sapphire eyes and shimmering
blonde hair


roll that word around
 succinctly in your mouth
for a while

on a morning like this
it tastes so sweet

Joanne Fisher

First published in Spin no.39

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