sketches for a story

the puppyfish and i are headed back home
with cafe au lait and croissants
which are very naughty
and unhealthy
but
the whole hemingway thing
transformed into a breakfast picnic in paris
and there are all the senses to consider

you are still sleeping
i don't want the coffee to get tepid
but i have to pause for just a moment to watch you sleep
the things i find the most endearing
the slight crinkling around your eyes
the slightly pouty swelling of your lower lip
and the other
the other i won't even mention
for fear it offend you to say aloud
these might not be the things you love most about yourself
but they are beautiful to me
and vulnerable
and real

i set le petit déjeuner on the bedside table
and i slide back into bed
i want to kiss you awake, but
that doesn't really work so
i press my cheek against your shoulder
and run my hand across your hip
you are magic and turn over toward me opening one eye


the puppyfish and i have been for a walk
and we have brought you breakfast from paris
you were hemingway
and they had no cubano so it just progressed from there

puppyfish

we started out with puppy
but he wants to be a fish

hemingway

we were considering the merits
of daddy or papa
we're trying out papa
do you think you'd be very difficult to seduce papa
i have coffee
and flaky buttery croissants