Yolk in my face, wake up, in bed, not mine
older woman smiles, really shouldn't care
under the circumstances, though, I do
red skies, dawn or dusk, I feel, down my spine
little feet, pitter-patter, a tingle
eggs and bacon, toast with butter, we share
goodness for breakfast, I ask, who are you
silly, I know, but I can't remember
scents of cigarettes and perfume mingle
perhaps we met in a bar, memories
repeat in my head, were we good in bed
eggs for breakfast, known you for centuries
again and again, round two, your legs spread
deep, between your thighs, a ruby ember
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