p o e t r y

fairy
 

you appear
dragging your feet
like a fairy
like a ghost
in my worn-out
nightsuit,
frosted eyes yet
still half closed

I feel the opposite
of homesick,
an instant
longing to be kissed
to watch
the way
you rub
your eyes
so sleepily
using the whole fist

the first black coffee
of the day
out on the porch
while the sun already
rises,
with you
I guess
I'm never safe
from unusual
surprises