Perfect dreams

The burning smell of hot waffles and coffee,
With a French topping of spring flowers
Open my eyes – still thirsty for sleep –
On this fresh morning, kissed
By the sun. 1

Joyful rays, like broken pieces of the sun’s window,
Descend, spreading through my room and
Dancing on my smiling lips. I can feel
Their golden shivers swimming on my skin,
Awaking my senses.2

I don’t want to stand up; there’s too much love
In the way the morning hugs the world,
Wrapping its shining arms around the Universe.
I feel it blooming inside me. Then you
Slowly open the door, giving this dream another path.3

You carry a plate to my bed, the perfect breakfast:
Hot waffles in the syrup of your eyes
With juicy love in every pigment of your skin;
And then the smell of coffee, like a forgotten surrender
Scattered through your rebellious hair. “My love,”4

You breathe over my raising hand, with a green voice,
While you caress my sleepy skin and kiss
My cherry cheeks, “My love, I hope you had a
Sunny night, with black and white rainbows and
Perfect dreams. Good morning!”