Fill it up

Break the dawn with fullness as I go,

thus the dawning of an new morning comes with such a flow,

into that as the other cup gets emptied,

I think it needs to filled with such sweet bitterness in a minute or two.

Sludged and slugged my feet down,

then some variant of a feeling to get back from where I come from.

Yes the kitchen,

the kitchen.

A light beckons and welcomes me,

such nightlight and the desk,

the desk tells me what and where to go.

But first that bittersweet fruit comes none from a hot water that loves my lips as a lover in the morning loving each kiss that fills to empty the cup I fill it with.