I don’t have time for love songs in the morning –
I’m cutting bread – 2 slices – pillow soft –
Smearing the butter, slicing cheese –
So creamy, salty, sweet. I’m chopping lettuce
Crisp as cotton sheets, and red tomatoes
Languid ripe with sun.
I don’t have time for love songs in the morning
But here you are, my love, I’ve made you one.