Morning coffee

Saturday. Early, but not too.
I bring her a cup of coffee
the rich stuff, good stuff
our special Saturday blend.
She stirs gently, like the brew
I set the mug on her nightstand

Pheromones blend with
aromatic Arabica

Saturday morning alchemy
dissolves into Saturday afternoon

Sweetness

Memories of you
scamper through
my psyche

like ants over the
sugar cubes in
grandma’s summer
sugar bowl