Morning

Li Shi

Lured by the aroma of coffee,

you stumble into my gaze,

droopy eyes, still blanketed

by the thick fog of sleep.

Haloed by the soft sunrise, 

you are but an angel

to my mortal eyes.

Which side are you on?

I would commit unspeakable sins,

stain my hands irreversibly

so long as you will still

grant me your presence. 

Who am I 

to indulge in such avarice?

Like a cat,

I bask in your warmth,

filling in a way that

even ambrosia 

could never hope to match.

Next to you,

I now fully realize

this feeling.

So this is love?