My People We Burn So Slowly

My people we burn so slowly

In the morning
I huddle myself in blankets
hot mug of tea
fresh from the shower
trying to rid oneself
of the slight headache
already pressing the temples

Instead,
listen to the tinkling song of the birds
admire the dragon peppers
sunbathing in their cozy pots
reflect upon the things that I love the most
as the sun caresses my world weary head:

a man with a 3 day beard,
and the way the beard will lick its way down his neck

how beautiful the delicately stringed vocabulary of a 3 year is
like painted macaroni on brightly colored yarn

art in simplicity

the glare of light through stained glass
blood red wine in a glass

lying in bed with a warm somebody
no thoughts except-
How nice it is to feel somebody else's warmth on your cold toes
and how lucky you are to not be

Alone.

Thinking these things all
absorbing the loving touch of the sun
wrapped up in cozy blankets
fighting off a headache
with a steaming mug of tea
fresh from the shower.

My people we burn so slowly.