I woke her up with a kiss

After a night of making love by moonlight

In a twin bed of a back room.

I went and made her coffee:

Black.

Her arms wrapped around my waist

Meant to be there. 

I turned around and as our hands cupped the mug together

We kissed for a moment.

It was more love than I had ever felt

In the dozen people I had kissed.

She sat beside me and sipped her black coffee

She held my hand while I typed away my poetry, my writings.

We sat in silence.

There was nothing more to be filled, our love filled the space.

That is when I knew it was love.