Familia

Hands around a warm familiar,
Closed the circle of air,
Bask with aches and sweat,
Your arm slides with earnest,
Morning rich laden emotes.

Talks start with eyes,
Smiles always follow,
Neither approaches curiously,
Arbitrary physical contact,
No one has to make calls.

Window winds didn’t bother,
Warm seasoning forbids it,
Rain makes many applauds,
Pavement takes all the noise.

We can sit, take turns even,
Coffee sips goes grounded,
Aromas rise and goes,
Exquisite joy ebbs your say,
Nodded goodbyes are natural.