An Aubade That Doesn’t Want To Be An Aubade

A desperate love poem.

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I’d make you a cup of coffee
I’d make you eggs and toast
I’d pour you a glass of juice
Whichever you fancy the most

I’d nestle within the crook of your arm
I’d hover over your snoring face
I’d kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your lips
Make love in…