Black Russian

sunlight seeps through the window panes
wipes itself across your face
i breathe you in
kiss your cheek
and watch as your lids part
and your smile greets
my lips find their way to your ear and whisper
'good morning, dear'

the sheets ruffle
to find its form around our legs
wanting to chain us to the very pleasure we both yearn
face to face,body to body
but soul kept away from soul
reminding us of the force that keeps us apart

you sit up and face away
reach for yesterday's shirt
i wrap my arms around your waist
now,only offering your back for a goodbye kiss
i accept it anyway
and say
'please stay'
and just as i expected,mechanical but true
'ive got to go,
i love you'
for black russian
which i also consider a coffee drink because there's kahlua in it.