The Breakfast of Champions
by LateNiteFantasy©
The Breakfast of Champions
As the night tip toed off
giving up
to the new
light
of an insistant day,
I kissed the morning honey dew from the
folds of
soft delicate opening
petals.
ohhhhh
my
sweet precious flower.
Tounge wrestling with that
pert
rose bud
vibrating her being.
Awakening that delicate soul
until it flowed unto
mine
and washed over me,
bathed me,
embraced me warmly,
and merged with
mine.
Debussy's
delicious notes
danced
on the air waves.
The aroma of
roses
and
fresh cherries
wafted through the air
caressing my
tenderly
probing
nose.
I inhaled the new morning
with unbridled
glee.
Caressed its bright
curves,
explored the nooks
and crannies,
with insouciant
leisure.
ahhhh yes
poetry
Poetry in motion.
The breakfast of
champions.
No better way to start
the day.
