This Love Is…

I wake up to the view of a sleepy city,
Morning skies of pink and purple.
Snow is blue, and orange lights are pretty.
I taste the air of waking up with you…

Like cinnamon on coffee, cream, and sugar
Too hot to swallow but I won’t spit you out.
Burn my tongue on my new favorite flavor.
Love is pain and sweet, without a doubt.

Wide awake, I hear the sound of Tuesday.
Morning skies give way to the midday sun.
City loud, like a hammer on a railway.
I taste you in the booming and the hum.

Like Green tea, milk and honey stirred so tender…
Too hot to swallow, but I won’t spit you out.
Burn my tongue on my new favorite flavor.
Love is pain and sweet, without a doubt.