Clear sky and yearning
the morning lifts with stillness,
she quietly sits sipping tea
a cup that is still near boiling.
I’ve never understood
why she likes the tea extra hot.
Sitting at a big picture window
hugging knees while barely sipping
the view compliments her mood.
The toaster clicks
an egg is taken from water
cracked and put in a bowl
her regimented breakfast.
Her morning routines
are exactly the same everyday.
To her room,
she’s half dressed
and undressed at the same time.
There are fresh tattoos
a tone set of muscles
she turns the shower on.
She goes around
to collect her little bundle.
Walking past me completely naked,
her silhouette of amazing curves
the shower door clicks
her room fills with steam.
Her shower takes several minutes.
The one towel twisted
around the top of her head
she walks into her closet
her favorite boy-cut panties
and push up bra.
She’s slowly coming together,
slipping back into the bathroom
sitting at her favorite mirror
magnifying her favorite feature
her classic face.
She carefully applies her makeup.
The hard and soft tones
are blended and brushed
to create a soft glittery look.
Highlighted hair lightly dried,
it is fastened and clipped.
Here’s the best part,
that moment when she’s ready and set
in her stiletto heels
she has absolute perfect balance,
she steps into her skirt and blouse.
Her look almost perfected
she gathers all the accessories
she walks across the house
putting each individual piece on
her quick steps echo on wooden floors.
The last and final step
the temperamental spray of
hairspray and perfume.
All set and gathered
the smell of minty toothpaste
she stands and waits for a kiss.
It’s this way each and every morning.
In her car, letting it warm up
she applies a shiny gloss of red lipstick.
She winks and waves,
blowing a kiss
keeping an eye
in her rearview mirror
as she drives away
on the way to a business