Morning Musings

Watching birds
milling on the roof.
Pavement below
wet with mixed dew and rain.
One dark cloud drifts by--
a bruised black eye
against the morning blue sky.
Silently sipping mocha coffee
across from my lover.
Warmed by the fluid
in my throat.
Heated by the memory
of the night before.
Smiling to myself
I turn and smile at him;
as we sit together--
watching birds.