It's morning and I wake up
wide eyes and generous
your kiss stayed with me all night
and the snow feel while we slept

it's morning and I
pull up the blinds
looking out on last night's fading landscape
succumbing to the beat
to the beating of a thousand snowflakes

the road to your house disappears
as you flick your headlights

the coffee pot whistles
and you wake up

it's morning