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Melange breakfast

A melange breakfast spread out on the table.
Shadows of a purple robe flowing,
light in the knees, she sits down to
happily read the news.
She sees
Out of the corner of her eye
he spotted her
Arms that cradle.
urging her closer.
A brush of morning kisses
painting the smell of
colombian brew.
Steam strokes waving in
the air.
What a wonderful way
to have a wonderful day
on the table bare.
Overlooking in the distance...
observing the action of ocean waves; swelling then returning out to sea
in slow motion.
They mindfully savoured every bite.