Stand behind me swaying gently
The coffee beans whisper, grinding and sizzling,
Our bodies together as if figurines on a cake
Sssst
I hand your mug warm
Planted with a kiss of safety a forehead kiss
We drink coffee eating fried eggs with pepper
And we watch The Office
Our knees intertwined in you cold
Pyjama shorts
I feel baggy, like a little child, my breasts small
Against you I feel perfect
Like I could wipe away and never reapply
Like I could jump in the pan with you, dancing
With the tomatoes
And spiced like the chilli