Now That You Have Made Me Your Calmest

Tall glass of orange juice sunrise.
Scrambled eggs rise and shine,

Skip a beat breakfast.
Folded hands asleep like cattle.

What’s the matter clouds
Circling through pillow skies,

Last dark wine night
Bit into like a reverie.

Jam flowing out of a pastry.
Shallow stomach,

Full sheets of moon dust,
Laid out in a hurry.

The lack of lily pads
In this worm-woven lake

Brought the morning,
Which, like your hold,

Sets stars off my nose.
And gleams the lips

To kiss you with,
Endless breath and storm.