listen close and close your lips
(how your perfect teeth distract me so)–
i’m gracing you with a secret to my flutterheart
my simple smile
my morning eyes:

when i fall in love it’s always
over breakfast,
you should know–
so ring my doorbell early and
surprise me with the dawn.

oh i’m such a summer sucker for
flirting over counter tops,
tousled hair and strawberry smiles
so won’t you sing me “banana pancakes”
in the newness of an unscathed day
all coffee-calm and crepe inspired
and if you catch me just quite unawares
i might reach for your just-day hands
and barefoot dance across the room
as though noon might never
swing our way.