your hands are warm,

they never harm.

your eyes look at

me, and in that

smile of yours I

see the present

behind your back -

a sneak attack

of gentle hug

that ends when I

ask. I filled

your coffee cup

halfway and mine

to the tip-top.

it overflows but

together we

can clean it up.

carefully I put

my hand on yours,

the glass between

us so thin now

but reminding

us to respect

the space bet-

ween our hearts.

Because in there

rests the parts we

gave to each ot-

her. Forever

I will treasure

these soft mornings,

No matter what -