Cinnamon Smoke

Cinnamon Smoke

early in the morning
as the sun begins to rise
she sits on the front porch
listening to the birds cries

mountains span the horizon
meeting with blue sky
sipping on cinnamon tea
with a sparkle in her eye

smiling, she peeks through the doorway
lights up a smoke
snuggled beneath a blanket he sleeps
as toads outside the window croak

late night passion mingles
with mornings cinnamon and smoke
gliding with the summers breeze
caressing her skin with each stroke