Simple Morning At Your Place
I’d like to cook you breakfast and drink mimosas
made with the cheapest champagne, mixed
with the smallest amount of orange juice.
I’d like you to see how beautiful you are
in Sunday morning light, lifting Saturday
from your eyes.
I’d like for your oak floor’s creek
to break silence, as your tired strides
carry you down the hall.
I’d like to run my hand over your cheek,
so, when this memory fades, at least
I’ll remember the contour.
I’d like to keep the coming week
far enough into the afternoon,
to not matter at all.
Daniel Bliss is a world-traveling poet originally from Anchorage, Alaska. Currently, he is based in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan as part of the writing MFA program at the University of Saskatchewan. His poems often focus on relationship to the long list of places he’s lived. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in League of Canadian Poets, Blood and Bourbon, BarBar, After Hours, Down in the Dirt, and many others.
