Jason E. Murray
At daybreak she rattles the pages of my paper,
whispers sweetly in my ear,
and blows my coffee cool --
before whisking me down the sidewalk to meet the day.
At noon she whips at my shirt tails,
giggles upon my skin,
and playfully ruffles my hair --
before breezing away into the mid-day sun.
At dusk she dances flamenco around me,
tugs at my buttons,
and breathes lightly upon my neck --
before caressing me into a goodnight.