Morning lifts with sharpened light
Plates arrive in perfect sight
Coffee curls in velvet night
Brunch begins its quiet rite
Eggs ignite their golden glow
Berries line in tidy row
Toast leans in like drifting snow
Time slows down its steady flow
Laughs collide in honeyed air
Syrup drips with subtle flare
Hours hum without a care
Noon leans close to watch us share
Forks tap out a gentle beat
Fruit erupts in sudden heat
Brunch becomes a small retreat
Held inside our stolen seat
Stay with me through noon’s design
Taste the world in every sign
Break the day like brittle pine
Brunch as spell
Your hand in mine
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Food always an offering of peace, friendship and love it becomes seductive and even sexual. Here it is a companion of love and memories with one that is loved. Nicely written Anthony
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