Lucky Penny

11th

Crisp morning resting on the floor
And bright, cold October peeking through blinds
I won’t forget the cramp in my back, stiff neck
The sounds of breathing from the surrounding rooms
Alice made coffee, her hair rumpled with memories of sleep
There were eggs later, but I can’t remember from where

In a bright cubicle of concrete and domesticated vines
You woke last, ambled out when the rest of us
Sat together under a broad-leafed tree
And I thought the sky cupped your face like a lover’s hands
That kiss in the quiet was my favorite, my lucky penny
Brief, but I felt it closest- your cotton shirt, swollen eyes

This is the first time I decided to love beards;
I see men with them now and want to reach out my fingers