Onomatopoeia

Mornings with someone snuggling your waist
and the voice of the morning, all a medley

of mellifluous m's prolonged,
or intoned, when the lips

are primmed up,
when she smelled her coffee
(the sing-song delight of the m's)

when the skin meets
warmth

when the affirmation comes with the labial
vibration, connubial

when she grunts
in compliance to the alarm

or simply Lorem Ipsum
Dolor Sit Amet, blank as a goodbye
which never met a reply