Dawn

I might lift something up
like my hands above my head
and clap them so I can celebrate
you getting out of bed
look at me standing over you clapping
because dawn is almost here
and the streetlights look
like they are fading even as
they shine I am lifting my heart
up too or is that the coffee
cupping the vessel of my joy
all ruby-tinted and cropped
pegging me for a doofus
when all I want is a pair of feet
with your body attached to them
moving next to mine.