JUST A MOMENT, PLEASE !

–Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/ UK

The aroma of a waiting cup of fragrant coffee
fills the room and tempts me to wake
I do not want to get up, I want to stay cocooned with your warmth
and your scent which you left on the pillow next to me
I have imprisoned you under my closed eyelids
I feel so good
the curtain in the open window dances
I feel a breezes finger touch my back
Wild birds are singing loudly
like a mad alarm clock, brutally bringing me back to reality
it’s time to get up
for sparring with the new day

when my friend, night, comes I will cuddle into your arms again