Marmalade Morning

Weekend you're off the clock The worry store is out of stock On the calendar there's finally room for you On the edge of sleep you rest

And slowly raise your head,
on second thought
you pull the covers back over your baby blues

There's a poem on your pillow just for you on the back of the list of things we meant to do…

I lift the shade let in a stream of marmalade that turns to cream Brush strokes cross the covers as you rise…as you rise. A mirror Frames the scene Lipstick marks from a dream and a champagne glass
that caught the morning light.

Traces of moments shared, like dessert for two
clues lie around in pairs, along with me and you. Another weekend off the clock picking up where we left off in a marmalade morning
made for just us two

There's a poem on your pillow just for you on the back of a list of things we meant to do
On the back of a list of things we meant to do
On the back of a list of things......