Tenacity

Like most mornings, I pad

into our kitchen and scorch water.

Coffee blooms in veins

as the day rises. 

 

But before full consciousness

I was wrapped around you

arm over ribs

head under chin

 

and your pulse, like a miracle,

beat the bridge of my nose.

Life - 

rhythmic and determined.

 

Your unconscious resolve

is still new enough to wake me.