To call the morning bittersweet is to think
only of the moments before,
to feel the weight of curtains draped
against the dreaming brain,
the seduction of the sheets against
a cast-away leg.
But sleep only tells on side of the morning’s story.
the kitchen too can seduce, the sneaking
sun will cause a shaded eye.
And you,
you promise coffee.
Flux Capacitating 
This is really nice, Amelia.