Good Morning Poem by Kevin Mireles

Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.

The scent of toasted bread
saturates the bedroom,
as the sunlight envelopes
the night through the bay window.

Sluggish and uncombed
for a few more
colorless articles.

Her naked skin teases
my morning sunrise to shine.
searching for sweet jelly,
between those strawberry thighs.

I love this exhaling
sigh of the week.
Sundays, a pure delight.


Note from Poet: a vivid and intimate portrait of a perfect Sunday morning. It's a celebration of simple pleasures and sensual connection, grounded in the tactile details of a shared domesticity.